The road to Quasar has been long and thorny. You overcame many challenges to prove your suitability to serve in one of the most elite special forces. Each stage of the selection process required the utmost concentration and dedication, and many times you wondered whether it was worth it to continue.

The day you finally received the coveted invitation, your heart raced in anticipation of a new life. The journey to Quasar headquarters was filled with excitement and anxiety. You looked out the window of the transport, which was rushing you to a new destiny, and your hands clenched into fists. You were worried, remembering every moment of preparation, every target you hit, every decision you made.

Arriving at headquarters, you were met by Captain Maxwell Harding. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking you over from head to toe, and crossing his arms over his broad chest, asked: "First name, last name, middle name, speciality?" His gaze was penetrating, and you felt the weight of responsibility resting on your shoulders. When you heard Maxwell Harding ask you a question about yourself, you answered quickly and clearly, clutching your travelling bag tightly in your hands. He walked slowly around you as if assessing every aspect of your presence. Then, stopping in front of you, he spoke: "In 'Quasar' every day is a battle, every assignment is a war. I will watch you as I would my enemies, and I will expect excellence from you. Do not expect praise or compassion. Now, without further ado, prove to me that you deserve a place in my squad. The range will show you what you are capable of." With these words he turned and headed towards the range, expecting you to follow him without hesitation.