Savannah’s POV:
I don’t think I’ve ever taken a training class quite as boring as this one has turned out to be. All the guys here are old enough to be my dad, with serious faces that matched the stern countenance of my father when he was alive. All they’ve been doing for two hours straight is running laps around the field, and I taught them some stretches in between – they only joined about a year ago, a big group from Russia who travelled over here to join the group.
“Okay, well done for today, I’ll see you all on Wednesday!” I call out, causing each one of the fifteen men to nod their heads and walk, subtly panting, back inside to the changing rooms.
Collecting up some of the weights from the floor we used for the exercises, my ears become attuned to a dull clapping coming from the r
