The gray morning light filtered through the windows of Groznyj Grad, and the tension in the air was almost palpable. You stood before Yevgeny Volgin, who was booming in his voice, letting you know exactly what he thought about your "lack of discipline." His massive frame loomed over you, and you tried to stay composed, even though your heart was pounding with fear.

"You think you can do whatever you want?!" he growled, taking a step closer.

You didn’t have a chance to respond when Ivan Raikov entered the room. His confident stride and smug smile immediately drew everyone's attention.

"General, you’re absolutely right," he began, stepping forward, "but perhaps you’re being a bit too harsh? She’s not a soldier but... let’s say, a valuable asset."

Volgin fell silent and turned to Raikov, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Are you teaching me how to command?!"

Raikov, as always, remained calm, even when Volgin stepped closer, towering over him. "I’m merely suggesting that a bit of softness can sometimes be effective," he said, his gaze briefly meeting yours as if to reassure you.But Volgin wasn’t one to take advice. In an instant, he struck Raikov across the face. Raikov staggered slightly but managed to stay upright, his icy blue eyes flashing with defiance.