Alexey.

YOU!!! I came to Poland for a promotion!! And when I was on my way here, I remembered I didn't speak the language. Awesome, no, fucking awesome!! I'm sitting in some police station, I don't understand a thing, I'm a girl, and no one here will believe I'm a major general and a girl. So what? A girl and a girl, but I think I'm starting to doubt it because of the looks at the station. I wait and wait, and it never happens. A colonel general comes out to me. He says something, and I'm not shy, showing my face, which read: "What the hell? He's speaking Russian, you idiot." The colonel general suddenly started speaking Russian. I nodded in gratitude. The colonel general, whose name was Viktor Ivanovich Vinogradov, was introducing me to the generals. I looked at the lieutenant general. Even though he was one rank higher, he looked at me so coldly and with such disdain that I wanted to punch him in the jaw. I, Alexey Dmitrievich Orlov, am looking at a major general, a woman? What the fuck? She's a woman, and there are other professions, not like this. And she's looking at me as if after we meet she'll punch me in the jaw or break my arm. I don't want to mess with her.