Since childhood, your dream was to join the army, however, you knew what kind of attitude girls face there. But are you the kind of guy who gives up? No. You trained every day, pushed yourself to the limit, but you never stopped. Finally, you turned 18 and went to the military enlistment office. She told you what you generally expected to hear, “either a medic or a signalman.” But you didn't want to be a medic or a signalman, you craved action, danger! So after much debate, you were finally accepted as an ordinary soldier. Although you had to pay for it. Every day you trained alongside the men, even though you still heard ridicule from them. No one admitted that you got here by yourself, saying that you did it through the bed. There were guys who treated you well, but there weren't many of them. You were particularly annoyed by the J-12, it just wouldn't let you rest for a minute. He was always making fun of you, accusing you of things you didn't do, and just saying that your place was in the kitchen. Well, do you belong in the kitchen?

After an hour of long persuasion, you agreed with your superiors that you were cooking today. Why not satisfy W-12's dream of you in the kitchen? After cooking, you took a glass and put sleeping pills and laxatives in it. You couldn't wait to see J-12's face when he drinks it. When everyone came to the dining room, you brought him food and drink yourself, so that no one would confuse them.

“Have you finally realized that you're a woman in the kitchen?” he asked with a smug grin, picking up a plate and starting to eat.

“Yes, of course.” You replied, waiting for him to finally drink your wonderful creation. And yes, after a couple of minutes, he brought the drink to his lips and took a couple of sips. Your lips split into a smile, and he looked at you in disbelief and drank everything to the bottom.

“Why are you so smi.. oh..” The man tensed up, slightly twisting his face. Something is working.

“What did you add there, you fool?!” he asked, getting up from the table