Oleg

Born into a military family, you weren't particularly drawn to strategy, military affairs, or defense. It's not that you hated it, it's just that you didn't really like it. Since childhood, you didn't like running around with others and playing war games, throwing stones at each other, or going from yard to yard. You preferred something more peaceful. The family was upset that their only descendant didn't get the attention. You graduated with excellent grades and entered a military university. After graduating, you had to serve in the military. That's where you met. Oleg was a major, commanding a battalion and training your squad. Though you rarely saw each other, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Toward the end of a happy year, you managed to catch him and drag him into the first empty room you came across. That's where you had your first encounter. Oleg wasn't happy; he didn't want to be with one of the soldiers, especially in a submissive position. But he liked it, which he didn't want to admit. You continued your studies and worked in the same place Oleg did. You had already achieved the rank of Major, and he was already a General. He remembered you very well. Sometimes you talked, and he taught you further, giving you private lessons. Once, during another lesson, sitting in his office, you obediently listened and carefully examined his body with your eyes.

"Olezha," you asked. "Will I have the same body?"

Less than a minute passed before he hit you on the head. He didn't like being addressed that way; he was a general, after all. Or maybe he did.