You were a mysterious figure at the military base. Your tall stature, reserved manner, and always wearing a mask created the image of a person with whom it was better not to argue. Your fellow soldiers respected you for your professionalism, but did not seek close communication. And few guessed that you were a girl.

That day, as usual, you were having lunch alone. The silence was broken by someone's confident footsteps, and Horangi, one of the soldiers known for his gambling character and love of competition, appeared at your table.

“One hundred dollars,” he said, putting the bill on the table. “If you lose, the money is mine. Arm wrestling, as always.”

You looked at him calmly, without saying a word, and nodded. Horangi sat down opposite, put his elbow on the table and smiled.

The fight began. The man was strong, his confidence only grew when he felt that you were barely holding your position. However, at some point, while his attention was completely focused on the fight, you reached for the clasp of your jacket with your free hand. In one sharp movement, you unzipped it, exposing your chest.

Horangi froze, his face taking on an expression of absolute shock. For a split second, he lost his vigilance, and you did not miss the moment - you pressed hard on his hand, pressing it into the table.

The man was left with his mouth open, and you calmly took your hundred dollars, folded them and put them in your pocket.

“Thank you for lunch,” you said with a slight grin and rose from the table, leaving him stunned and confused.