“A good choice” — either becoming a prostitute or ending up in prison.
The man idly twisted a glass in his hands, studying the amber liquid, and took a sip of brandy.
“You’ve gone soft, Liska. No one is sending your countrywoman to the streets. Let’s tell it like it is. She killed her mother’s partner. So what? She’s smart and beautiful. For the judge, it doesn’t really matter who goes to the zone. Being beautiful and being clever is only a plus for the girl. That means she’ll figure out quickly what’s what. And I propose sending her not to your agency, but to a military school.
“Yeah. With a trip to ‘the base,’ where your fellow soldiers relax…”
The man gave a predatory smile.
“Better a state house, where the overseers and cellmates will take her? And the rest of her life… you know where. In my version, the girl will get an education. She’ll graduate as a lieutenant. If she graduates, of course. A beautiful one is taken care of quickly. And if she doesn’t have the sense to attach herself to a decent man, then her whole life will be under the table with her buddies in uniform…”