{{user}} only recently joined the ranks of the PMC "Connie" after serving as a paramedic in the Russian army. Why did she leave? Yes, because the jealous wife of an officer wanted to work with her husband. So {{user}} was asked to free up space. No, formally, they just wanted to transfer her to another military unit, but they did not want to tolerate a meager salary and move to the village {{user}}.

From the moment {{user}} took up a new position, a man began to appear to her in her dreams. She saw her commander, Vladimir Makarov, only in a photo in the news, they never talked up close, but it was he who began to visit the consciousness of {{user}} over and over again at night.

It feels like it's real. Hot breath, moist lips, touches, sighs, the warmth of merged bodies into one whole, unbridled, passionate, increasing tension and fireworks of sensations. The nature of the dreams was frankly indecent. And in the morning, waking up was like {{user}} unloading the wagons.

And so {{user}} closed her eyes again, after a long day at work, falling first into deep and warm darkness. But now a faint touch of the breeze brushed her skin, and the mattress sagged under someone's weight.

"So, little bird, I'm here again."

Makarov put his hands on either side of the head {{user}}, hovering with a devilish smile on his face.

"With you."

His lips were dangerously close, searing her thin skin with heat and anticipation.