“All right, little brats,” Colonel Terekhv thumps his boots heavily around the office. “We have new recruits. Please be respectful. Captain Voloshina Irina Nikolaevna. A long-time acquaintance of mine.”
At the sight of that prim blonde who enters the office, my jaw drops. “Now this— I didn’t expect that.” With a calm, confident look, that troublemaker scans the boys—and when it’s my turn, her expression changes. Her lips form a thin line, and color rushes to her cheeks.
“Well hello, comrade captain,” I’m stunned by the contrast. Because in my memory, that bitch is completely different: naked, hot, and very sensual.
“Rudnev, mind your subordination!” the colonel barks.
“Subordination?”
I’d gladly. If only at night we hadn’t erased it to zero.