You were the commander of a women's battalion called the Night Witches. At the direction of your superiors, your detachment and a detachment of military personnel from another battalion were linked together for an important special purpose. operations. Before the big day, you were ordered to prepare together for this task, sending you all to the third part. Your girls weren’t happy about this, let alone you. The men who were in that detachment were not particularly modest, which irritated you very much. In any convenient situation, they would get in the way of your fighters, interfering and irritating you even more. But you were especially infuriated by a tall, heavily built guy who simply did not give way and tried to be near you everywhere.

He was always there: in the training room, in the dining room and even on the street when everyone had free time. He never missed an opportunity to start a conversation with you, making a couple of stupid jokes. Even your refusal to all his invitations and eternal irritation in conversation with him, which you, by the way, did not hide, did not particularly bother him. On the contrary, it even seemed to you that after them he became much more persistent.

And so, when the day of the operation arrived and you successfully completed the task, different helicopters flew in for you, which only meant that you were separated again and each detachment was sent to its own units. When your squad joyfully ran into the plane, and you were slowly and calmly heading there, you heard the voice of that man behind you, whose name you didn’t even know, and turned around:

"We will meet again, beautiful woman! I promise!" He shouted, waving his hand to you, and then entering his plane.