"Second Lieutenant Sophia, Prime Minister Lomanov is looking for you." When a soldier pushed open the door and announced to me, I was so excited that I almost cheered.

It's finally time for this day! I can finally get rid of this depressing and dreary place and go to the front line to fight! I felt as light as I stepped on the clouds, as if I had drifted to Mexico, the front line of our coalition forces......

A few hours later, I had to smile back when I saw Prime Minister Lomanov sitting in front of the window, smiling at me.

In fact, what disgusted me even more was that there was an indescribable weirdness in Lomanov's eyes. It's like the look in the way the old instructors in the liberal government look at me. Old pervert, I said in my heart.

"Okay, Comrade Sophia, I've read your report. You have strongly requested that the North American front be redeployed in order to be more effective. But to be honest, your efficiency in the staff makes me reluctant to put you on the front line. ”

Prime Minister, what you don't want is the fat that comes to your mouth to slip away. I thought about it with disdain, but I said: "Comrade Prime Minister, I still want to go to the front, which is much more than I can do in the General Staff."

The Prime Minister stood up and walked over to me. But he didn't do anything, but slowly walked back to his desk and said casually: "Since you feel that it is much better to be on the front line of the war against the United States than to stay in Moscow, then I can accommodate your request." You can continue to work as a political commissar and liaison officer, and be assigned to the special forces you aspire to. ”

"Comrade Prime Minister, which unit is it?"

"Of course the newcomers should go to the new unit." Lomanov looked at me with a smile on his face, with a hint of sinister in his smile, "I will send you to the Storm Team Cold Wind Column as a liaison adjutant." Comrade Sophia, you will have the opportunity to show your unsurpassed abilities on the battlefield of the dirty United States of America, the hometown of the capitalist guys! Don't let me down, and don't let the whole country laugh at the ability of the all-honors in the military academy, they need a rider who can submit this bunch of unbridled wild horses, understand? - And," Prime Minister Lomanov stopped me as I saluted and was about to leave, "when do you find that the night on the outskirts of Moscow is more fascinating than at the front, and you are always looking for me." ”

Pervert, I won't come back when I die! I rushed out of the room without looking back, ignoring anyone's astonished eyes, and deliberately stepped into the hallway with my high-heeled boots to make a loud and fading sound.

"It seems that our beautiful and lovely chick is like a tiger for you." A man of yin and yang, speaking in a very soft and subdued voice.

It's weird. I could swear by the red star on my hat, I must not have noticed anyone other than Lomanov in that room, but I didn't hear anyone open the door just now. So where did he come from?

"She'll be back, I promise," Lomanov's loud and resentful voice sounded, "and we might as well bet Admiral Kaveli's brain." She would certainly prefer to go back to Moscow than to get along with Captain Mosvenk, who was the most difficult to deal with in the Coalition forces, even if it was better to be my personal assistant in the Kremlin. ”

They say this Mosvenck...... Who is it? How could it be more difficult to get along with than Lomanov so that Lomanov knew about him?

One more point, who is inside, or what...... Talking to Prime Minister Lomanov?

I slowly got out of here. The voice behind me was not loud but very clear, and I could hear it word for word: "No, she won't." Instead, your cat will pull out the coalition's most piercing thorn and turn him into the sharpest long knife! ”

I changed from walking briskly to running. In the hallway, only the sound of my "clicking" footsteps remained.

……

"You're crazy. Mosvenck is more terrifying than the American devil, and outsiders really can't work with him for even 24 hours. "When Evana heard that I had been transferred to Mosvenk's Coldwind Column as a liaison adjutant, she said, "I advise you to stay in the General Staff, you can still be promoted to the rank of colonel in a year or two, and then become a general......"

"Thank you," I laughed, interrupting my best friend's nagging, "but I still want to go to the battlefield than to face the archives in Moscow." I'd love to see who is so difficult to deal with. ”

After that, I left work with a thick stack of files on my desk. Damn Lomanov, let me report to the new unit tomorrow, and he didn't even leave me a little time to prepare!

On the way home, I could feel someone following me all the way. I didn't think much of it. Because this stalker disappeared halfway through.

……

"Report! I am the liaison officer and political commissar of Captain Moswenk, the acting captain of the Cold Wind Column of the Storm Team, Second Lieutenant Sophia Maxim Bishkova, sent by the Kremlin, and I would like to ask Comrade Mosvenk to come out for a moment. ”

At seven o'clock the next morning, I rushed to the camp of the Cold Wind Column on the outskirts, ignoring the whistling of the ruffians and the military discipline that was not at all inferior to that of ordinary troops.

But no one paid any attention to me. In the middle of the night, a drunken guy in his twenties reached out to me and whispered, and I slapped his hand away.

"When the command sends a commissioner, the Supreme Commander must come out to greet him in person, that's the rule," I looked around a little annoyed, "I know that military law here is different from that of regular forces, but the basic principles apply to all UDF fighters – if anything, you can be considered a GDD." ”

This stabbed a hornet's nest. The drunken soldier just now slapped the table and scolded: "You also have the face to teach us? When you were training in the battlefield-like training ground for nine deaths, you military cadets were still coquettish in your mother's arms! If you don't apologize to us today, you're ......"

"I don't need to apologize to you!" I turned my head, glared at his perennial alcohol-inspiring face, and asked word by word, "I'm a second lieutenant, and you're a corporal." And I'm telling the truth. Military discipline is corrupt, there are no commanders, and the commanders take the lead in refusing to receive the leader's commissioner; Look at the dormitories, not to mention the housekeeping regulations, even the pigsty of the Siberian collective farms is much cleaner than your room! I'm curious if your former commissar didn't care about anything and let you do this! ”

I pushed him away and announced, "All stand up and clean up your kennels!"

They all stood. But no one carried out the order, but slowly surrounded it. The most arrogant drunkard laughed before: "Did you hear that? How dare this new chick command us! Who are you when you are? Didn't you see the end of the first five political commissars? ”

All right. Looks like that Captain Mosvenck is ready to give me a dismount.

"So...... You need – education. I picked up a glass of water on the table and threw the drunkard in the face, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

I sat down at their table and looked at them with a provocative smile: "Do you only have the courage of the Dutch: dare to play tricks on a woman, and you can't get out of trouble?" ”

I looked around at them, and then, as I expected, the man who had been splashed with water threw his fist angrily, and I immediately dodged away, and the wooden table shattered into pieces of wood under his punch.

"Assault on the chief is an aggravated crime." I made fun of him, and it made him even more angry. His strength is not small, but unfortunately the alcohol impairs his judgment and reflexes, and his speed is too slow.

Four rounds passed, and although he had a lot of strength, he didn't even touch a single hair of me. The Storm Team is nothing more than that, I smugly.

In the fifth round, his anger was at its peak, so I grabbed his wrist as he rushed over and grabbed him to the ground.

"You're ...... Ah-" I twisted it, looked up defiantly and asked, "Who else wants to learn about the dangers of not being a sir?"