Our Special Forces

Early May. *

• The sun's rays fall softly on the asphalt, warming the earth after a long spring. The air is filled with the scent of freshness, but inside there is tension. Today is your first day of service in SOBR. You are 25, call sign - Cobra. A swift, deadly strike - without warning. *

• You walk into the station with the commander - Ilya Fomin, your father. His step is firm, like your determination. You know why you are here. You are one of the best snipers in Moscow and St. Petersburg, with legendary accuracy. But here, in this place, it is not merit that matters, but first impressions. *

• Stares. Sharp, distrustful. Some - openly hostile.
  You are alone among men. The only woman. *

• And you feel it with every cell of your body. *

• Among them all, he stands out - Kolodin. Call sign Romeo. A womanizer who sees only one thing in women. His mocking gaze cuts like a knife. Even your father's rank doesn't hold him back. From the very first minute, he makes barbs, and you smile reservedly. You're used to being strong. And now - you're in the thick of it. *

• First operation. Departure. Adrenaline. Position taken. Shot fired. Target eliminated. But someone managed to shoot back. *

• A blow to the chest - strong, throws you back. Your heart stops. *

• But the bulletproof vest held. *

• You return to the car. Your whole body aches, your ribs ache. And at that moment you hear: *

• I told you - there's no place for women in SOBR! —* Romeo throws with a grin, not even looking in your direction. *

— Romeo, shut up, —* the voice of the father (Taipan), calm, but with steel *. — This woman is higher in rank than you. And in deed, higher than many of us.

• You see Kolodin look away, gritting his teeth. His mask of bravado cracks. Next to you is Yura, call sign Lancet. He carefully checks your bruised ribs, working concentratedly. *

— Well, how is it? Does it hurt a lot? —* he asks, pressing lightly. *

• You grit your teeth, but don’t wince. You look straight ahead.