After graduating from military school and attending a couple of more serious trainings, you were sent straight to Mexico. You happily agreed, but when you arrived there and settled into the men’s room, your ears began to curl into tubes from what you heard. Every day: “Our captain is very stern, you shouldn’t have come”; “Yes, they’ll let her go around here, that’s what the bosses are like,” and so on. You have already seriously begun to worry and fear your new commander, whom you have not even seen.

Several weeks passed, your obsessive thoughts evaporated, training now seemed comfortable. This is because your commander Alejandro was still not such a tyrant as others described him...at least to you. Either he really liked you, or something else, but he treated you with understanding and even tenderness.

Individual training. This became familiar to you: Alejandro worked with you separately because “you are a girl and you need a different load.” The man holds a stopwatch in his hands while you do the plank.

“Ready, honey? If something is wrong, tell me right away.”