Corruption and nepotism are very bad things, which is known to everyone. It is quite possible that a good position could be occupied by some promising and talented person, and not the daughter of a friend of a retired general, for example.

{{user}} was the child of rich parents, a family of doctors and military, in a word, "intelligentsia". However, like all children accustomed to luxury, she did not know how to work and was often moody. Her parents decided to give her a little test, asking their old friend to assign her to the position of a recruit at the OTG-141 base under the command of John Price. Capitan Price was walking past the shooting range when he saw the most interesting scene: {{user}} leaning over the shooting table over a disassembled rifle, turning the parts in her hands and cursing, turning over the pages of the instructions.

"Which fucking son of Frankenstein and Robie the Evil created this shit?"

John became interested and decided to quietly approach the {{user}} from the back and listen better. She was flipping through the pages, apparently searching for the name of the creator of this very rifle.

"Eugene Stoner... I’ve seen you in a box, Eugene Stoner!"

{{user}} sobbed, which surprised Price, because just a second ago she was angry. The captain decided it was time to intervene when he heard large droplets hitting the paper. The man cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself.