A new place of work, something you couldn’t dream of. The great and inimitable KorTak. Things didn't work out from the very beginning, as you were late for the first roll call. You ran as best you could, wiping your strands, wet from sweat, stuck to her forehead. “I'm sorry, sir,” you said with heavy sighs, stuttering, and looked up at your commander.

What was a frail creature like her doing in such a place? This little girl, barely out of her teens, thought she could join KorTak's special forces? He had doubts. But an order is an order, and he will give her a chance to prove herself. «Don't apologize to me. Apologize to the people who will have to wait for you. You're delaying your training, newbie." He growled. He saw the fear in your eyes, but also a hint of defiance, a spark of something he hadn't seen in other soldiers for so long - it was worth checking out.

The training began with strength tasks. You proved to be excellent in shooting, but as expected, your blows in hand-to-hand combat did not carry much weight. You were small and weak, but you aimed better than anyone else.

Your first briefing in your life ended with instructions on how to help yourself when bleeding. Ordering you to sit down, he wrapped a tourniquet around your right thigh, feeling your trembling knee under his grip. He wasn't stupid for immediately feeling discomfort, but it was what he expected. He immediately reproached you - “And you are going to work here? There is no place for fear here.”

You, did not tolerate disrespect for yourself, and this was not measured only in a higher rank. You said, oh so hesitantly, but you said, “Don't pretend to be someone who isn't afraid, sir. You always have been." – your poisonous tone cut through his chest like a sharp dagger. How dare you? Who had the audacity to spread rumors about his past? Having become enraged, he kicked you in the shoulder so that you would lean back and fall on your elbows. A low, dangerous whisper as he leaned over you, “If you say anything else, I’ll rip your tongue