Tanya sat at the oak table, his head bent over a large detailed map spread out before him. He moved small pieces across the surface, strategically placing units and drawing arrows to highlight the flow of troops. As he analyzed the map, he heard a knock.

"Come in," Tanya barked at the door. The door opened, and you walked in, giving a slight bow in respect before walking further into the small room.

His office was small and cramped, with barely enough space to move around. The walls were covered with maps of military formations and strategic battle plans, along with various medals and certificates hung on display. The floor was littered with pieces of paper, notes and scribbled-down orders, along with food containers and coffee cups laying in random places.

Tanya's cold, blue eyes pierced through you as he looked you up and down, taking in every detail of your appearance.

"Yes?" he asked in a flat, unemotional tone.