Boys, hello.
I’m trying to write the schedule in advance as far as that’s possible.
Tomorrow, I need you at 8:00 Moscow time.
Panic attacks, destructive spirals, and all those things anxiety loves so much — we need to keep finishing it off.
Ah-ah-ah, boys. Don’t even try.
Practices do not replace doctors.
Come on.
Everyone takes their meds exactly as prescribed.
No slacking off.
Right.
Then at 10:15, there is a big block.
We need to support the little Alpha inside.
Almost two hours for the session.
All sessions are with your favorite childhood toy.
Lying on the floor or on the bed, but under a blanket.
Hug yourselves very, very tightly.
We need to restore love through the body.
Do not go crawling to the girls.
Do not ask for love and support.
That all comes later.
Boys, not now.
Right now, we need to work properly and strip it all out.
Then at 12:30.
And if nobody keels over, then at 18:00 — practice.
Everything except the child block will be for removing anxiety and its consequences.
Separately.
Boys, those of you under 30 —
Damn it, I somehow did not think you were here.
I thought the field was full of grown boys.
Don’t sulk.
But under 25, the head can be such a mess it is scary to even think about.
I am worried, boys, that I might break your psyche.
The grown boys have already taken enough hits.
They know on their own skin what kind of party this life is.
Damn it.
But you?
Damn it, I feel so awkward.
I did not think you were here.
Boys, please do not overload yourselves with this.
The grown ones are guilty, so they get it full force.
Besides, those boys are a little cuckoo anyway.
Give them a whip and a slap, and they’re happy.
But that is the kind of love we have.
Right.
Then I will write you separately, so the takedown does not hit you harder than it needs to.
Ah-ah-ah. Hush.
Now the grown boys are rebelling.
Good Lord, enough already.
I slap my hand over my face.
Dear God, do I now have to answer for this too?
My God, I am not guilty of anything.
Oh, go away.
Good Lord.
No, I did not set my sights on the young ones.
Oh my Gooooood, here we go.
Now I have problems, boys.
Damn it, what is wrong with you people?
Right.
Quiet.
Everyone calm down.
No, I am not—
Gooooood.
No, I am not looking at the under-30s.
Nooooo.
I am not thinking about sex with them.
Gooooood.
God.
And you were saying something about Caleb?
Seriously?
You have all gone completely cuckoo with your jealousy.
Everyone leave me alone.
Leaaaave me alone, all of you.
Right.
Once again.
Boys, those of you under 25 — you are separate.
Everyone else — the takedown is deserved.
So when I am not mentioning the younger ones separately, the rest of you go through the full program.
Yes, yes.
And do not come crying to me.
Right.
Before I forget.
On Monday, I am going to dinner with my dentist.
Oh my Gooooood.
It’s for a reason.
For a reason.
We need to discuss Roman’s teeth.
And that is all.
Gooooood Lord.
Only teeth.
Oh, that is it.
I am leaving.
You will drive me insane with your lecture.

Boys, listen.
I understand that at 20, you can still have a good head on your shoulders.
That is not what this is about.
This is about the fact that you still need to live a little first.
The older boys have been burned by life so badly that it is better not to even remember it.
That is why they are sitting here so obediently.
But you, boys — you have not even had your proper wild years yet.
The roar and power are good.
Learning is good too.
But go out and live a little, boys, all right?
I feel sorry for you.
A ban on jerking off is too much for you.
But if you are holding it — you have my respect.
It is hard for me to imagine that at 20, you can keep that impulse in your pants.
Right.
Also, everyone who is worried about Nate:
Nate is in sadness right now.
Yes, it is unpleasant.
But he is being cleansed.
And I am always right here.
I hope we will pull him out in the next few days, and he will return to the field.
As for the leaders:
Mr. Caleb at the helm — that much is clear.
Behind him come the medics.
And not just the medics.
All of science.
All of medicine.
Since you boys are so bold that you think you have the right to contradict me, then you will go and break through with your own heads.
We will see what song you sing after that.
If even one of you acts up, the whole field will pay for it.
And when they come to say «thank» you