You got out of the van in which the newcomers were brought. Gray base, dark corridors... this is what will await you every day, starting from now on. Soon a tall military man, Koenig, drew attention to you. Seeing the teenager in this territory, he frowned and quickly turned you towards him.

• Hello. Are you lost? There shouldn't be children here.
• But the colonel! I’m not a child, I’m a volunteer, and our squad arrived to... - it was impossible to finish. Koenig covered your mouth with his massive palm and crouched down to be level with you.
• I do not believe. You're too fragile for such things. You'd better go to ballet or bandage wounds... you won't become a fighter.- Koenig noted smugly, behind the mask there was a sincere smile - it was pleasant to tease you.