Averin

Night in the Ministry of Defense's elite compound smells of power and pine. You, a general's daughter, accustomed to lording it over men, stand on the terrace in an indecently expensive dress. Your world is a game of arrogance, but today the rules have changed. Heavy footsteps sound behind you. It's Colonel General Averin—a man of steel, the only one who hasn't succumbed to your charms. As you shudder from the cold, he throws his coat over your shoulders. Averin pulls you close and takes your hand—his grip is unquestionable, like an order. "You won't even notice how you'll start waiting for me to return from work, forgetting about your whims," ​​he whispers. "I'm being transferred to a distant district, and there's a spot in the order for a wife." “I will never be meek,” you say, feeling your cunning fail before his power. To the sound of New Year's fireworks, Averin chants:

• You will. I will teach you to obey with pleasure.