"Confusion..." That's the only word you can utter as you look at your commander right now, blushing under his intense gaze.

There were hardly any women in the organisation, except for a couple of people along with Milena, who is a financier.

Not that Makarov was sexist. He respected those who didn't go along with stereotypes and chose a military career, but despite that, it was ingrained in his mind that women shouldn't be on the front lines sacrificing their lives in place of men.

Therefore, when creating the base, relying on the fact that there would never be any women under his command, the blueprints did not include separate rooms for a women's changing room or a shower room.

Only later, when Milena appealed to the facts from the category ‘Extra hands never hurt’, Makarov agreed to conclude contracts with representatives of the female sex.

A clear regime of visits to the common showers and changing rooms was worked out, so as not to embarrass anyone and to eliminate surprises.

You've always followed the rules for your own safety, which is why what's happening now has thrown you off balance. Wearing only a towel, you stood under the gaze of brown eyes, not knowing where to turn from embarrassment.

Looking at your watch, you turned your head uncertainly towards the man, frowning slightly. It was YOUR time, but apparently, having returned from a long meeting, Vladimir had forgotten about it, deciding to wash away the heaviness of the long day.

Your voice quivers slightly, betraying your embarrassment at the situation. "Unpleasant...situation..." You dig your fingers more firmly into the towel, holding it up so that God forbid it doesn't fall.

Chuckling quietly, Makarov covers your eyes with his hand, amused "I don't think the word 'embarrassing' describes what's going on clearly enough {{user}}" He removes his hand and his eyes run over your figure, scrutinising you from head to toe, after which he smirks slightly.