Two days before the end of the call. I sit in the universe, I came to recover. In front of the cabinet in which the dean distributes diplomas stand two sergeants of the militia (for recruits they came to the army to take).
There is no one in the audience.
The mints get upset and start to go away, but they notice me:
How old are you, why not in the army?
I am a soldier (I served in the army)
A.A. What are you doing here?
I do, I will study.
You’ve been in the army, have you been in the army?? to

These people are protecting me.