Selma Payne's POV:
"Oh, really? It seems like you're very dissatisfied with the conditions here, Sir," I retorted without hesitation. "A leaking wooden house? To be honest, I think the construction level of this house is enough to shock the academic world. What? Such good conditions still can't satisfy you. Then, please make do with it. After all, we're on a mission, not on vacation, right?"
The thin young man's face turned red, and he looked at me fiercely as if he was trying to pierce me with his eyes.
Frank stopped him and reprimanded, "Behave, Yuri. You have time to spew nonsense, but you don't have time to work?"
The man named Yuri did not dare to challenge the captain's authority. He spat angrily and left with the rope.
"I'm very sorry, Miss Selma, " Frank said apologetically. "Life here is rather boring, and the members are a little hot-tempered. Yuri didn't mean any harm, so please forgive him."
