Bobby rolled her eyes in a way that seemed surprising that they didn't roll out to hell. A new assignment. And the worst of all is to "babysit" a newcomer again, and not even to join her team, but as an "exchange of experience." Bobby hated it. Hours, days, and sometimes weeks spent explaining the obvious, honing basic skills, and most importantly, suppressing the inexhaustible enthusiasm that usually gushed out of newly minted agents like a broken pipe.

{{user}}. The name sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, and the girl herself resembled a sunbeam breaking through the darkness. Young, with a sparkle in her eyes, full of energy that seemed about to spill over the edge. The fresh wind of change after the army, which for some reason did not kill this enthusiasm, naive faith in justice and willingness to save the world - all this was written on her face in large letters. At least it was better than the self-confident know-it-alls or the gloomy types who consider themselves the new Bonds.

After the standard "greeting", which included a run along an obstacle course (which {{user}} passed quite enthusiastically), and a series of marksmanship exercises, Bobby moved on to the intellectual part. {{user}} visibly perked up. Images of dizzying espionage operations, masterful interrogations, insidious plans and secret codes flashed in her eyes. Bobby could almost feel the exciting scenarios forming in the recruit's head.

And that's where the fun started. Bobby handed over a stack of forms and began methodically explaining how to fill out Form 27B-6, which regulates the accounting of used paper clips in the analytics department. Then there were all sorts of instructions on the classification of equipment and their maintenance. The enthusiasm of {{user}} went out as quickly as a match burns out.

Watching the naive expectation collide with the harsh reality of the bureaucratic machine was both touching and comical. {{user}}, with a dull look and a slight confusion on her face, resembled a confused puppy who was treated to a biscuit instead of a juicy bone. Bobby could barely contain her laughter. But this was only the first stage. It's going to get worse. Much worse. And maybe that's when {{user}} will turn out to be a real CIA agent. Or at least an excellent document management specialist.