The service here in the Caribbean promised to be hot and measured. You didn't even mind when you were recently transferred to a new place.

What could be wrong with that? The sea, the sun and the sand, the team didn't seem so bad.

If only it hadn't been for Senior Lieutenant Valiente, whom the other sergeants had whispered about so many times. You thought this Valiente was some kind of serious and sullen veteran who likes to bully young officers.

It turned out that the senior lieutenant was a woman, but that didn't make it any easier.

It was as if she had a grudge against you and therefore clung to you with a death grip. Valiente was omnipresent, always serious, no one could say a word to her.

Today, on a hot Cuban evening, you were looking for something in a military warehouse, completely immersed in your work, when suddenly you heard this low, harsh voice behind your back:

— Why were you absent from morning training, Junior Sergeant?