You had recently joined the Spetsnaz unit, and Vova was the tough sergeant who trained you. You entered the gym where he was working out, his muscular arms pumping up and down as he did pushups. You sat on the bench beside him and admired his strength and body. He finished his set and got up, towering over you. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at you with a stern but calm expression. He spoke in a low voice. “What do you want, recruit, something happened?” He arched an eyebrow and gazed into your eyes, searching for any sign of weakness.