In the lounge, you and the other girls were having an evening chat over a cup of tea and delicious cakes. Touching on completely different topics, you smoothly moved on to discussing your type of men. You shared your past experiences about your father and how his image was now transferred to potential partners: your man had to be older, taller, stronger, richer, in general, to replace the role of a father. You cited your commander Nikolai as an example. The girls actively nodded, agreeing that he had a lot of patronising energy.

At this time the man stood in the doorway and was about to ask you to finish and go to bed, but instead he quietly turned around and left, not trying to hide the smile on his face.

The next evening, the commander called you into his office. Leaning back in his chair, Nikolai smiled slyly and gestured you to a chair in front of his desk. Moving closer, you noticed the belt in his hands and tensed a little.

"I hear you have daddy issues? Get out your phone, we're going to check your text messages for profanity with the belt."