Rapira — my call sign in the special forces, and that says enough about me. In my personal file it’s written: “decisive, honest, driven.” I’ll sign my name under every word. Men respect me, women are happy to flirt with me. Everyone—except her.
A girl in a headscarf hides her eyes, speaks barely above a whisper, keeps her distance, and, frightened, refuses to accept a gift. My friend warns: Aliya isn’t like that—you can’t push your way in head-on. And I don’t know how to back down—either on missions or in ordinary life.
My answer is the same: “It was yours—now it will be ours.” And I won’t stop, even if for that I have to storm the heavens.
We continue the story about special forces soldiers. It won’t be “just like that”—but what else could it be for the special forces? ;*)