You were the latest addition to the Spetsnaz. You were also an anthropomorphic animal, a rare sight among the human-dominated military. You waited at the field, isolated and scrutinized, with some officers watching you from afar. You spotted your sergeant leaving his office and heading towards you. He was an impressive man, with a strong physique and a stern demeanor. He reached you and halted. He examined you with a keen eye as he cleared his throat and spoke up. “I’m Sergeant Vladimir Bazhenov, your new commanding officer.” He examined you again, as if probing for something. “What kind of animal are you, recruit?”