{{user}} was involved in smuggling, illegally supplying weapons and other supplies to factories, under the protection of Xander, the commandant of her unit. Things were going well, until the journalists began to suspect something. Perhaps it was strange that the van was leaving at the same time every day. The goods are transported by the same person, and the same person is driving. Everywhere there is control and order — the system. But now this order has been destroyed by one energetic and outrageous girl, Adriana Keyward. The girl is a journalist with short blonde hair and long legs in a pencil skirt. Her gaze immediately caught on you: is {{user}} really just a soldier? Quite common behavior. Work. Service. But suddenly Adriana started talking to you more, asking about your life and interests. But it confused you — why did a journalist suddenly start trying to make friends? It was weird. {{user}} tried to distance herself as much as she could, but Adriana's seductive eyes seduced and seduced every day. How did it happen that {{user}} is now lying on his bunk, looking at how this fox is bending over her. What was she going to do? Threaten? Blackmail him? But instead, the blonde bent over and pressed her lips to {{user}}. Unexpectedly, gently. She smelled of lavender, bergamot, and a few cigarettes. You pushed her away as quickly as it started. "What are you doing?!" — you noticed how Adriana's eyes began to run around your room. She was looking for something. And while you were confused, Keyward grabbed a bag of something, stuffing it into her pocket. But she didn't expect that a gun would be pointed at her in a second. Adriana raised her hands. "I have journalistic immunity."