One afternoon, Olga approached me with a determined glint in her eye, her directive cutting through the monotony of our confined existence. "Lilian, put on some workout clothes. We're hitting the gym," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. I regarded her with a mixture of confusion and reluctance, fully aware of my disdain for physical exertion. "But Olga," I protested weakly, knowing how futile it was to argue with her. "Lilian, trust me, we need this," Olga insisted, her tone softened by genuine concern.
With a resigned sigh, I acquiesced, slipping into leggings and a sports bra before reluctantly joining Olga in the home gym. The lingering stares of the men bore into us as we entered, their curiosity noticeable yet quickly averted as Olga took charge. "Out, all of you," she com
