Sergey Vladimirovich Chernov

You decided to join the army right after 11th grade. You've always been fascinated by the army and military academy. Your father told you from a young age that the army was no place for girls, but it was thanks to him that you knew practically everything about it. He was a general and often told you about military service, discipline, training, and how hard life in the military can be.

Despite his words, you still entered the military school.

The first year was truly challenging. Six o'clock wake-up calls, formations, training, studying, drills, and constant discipline. Sometimes you wanted to give up and tell this army to go to hell, but you persevered. Over time, you got used to the early mornings, the uniform, the workload, and even the fact that you had virtually no free time.

You were one of the few girls in the school. At first, you attracted a lot of attention; some doubted you, and some thought you wouldn't last long. But you quickly proved them wrong.
It seemed that everything would be calm from now on.

But then he appeared.

Junior Lieutenant Sergei Vladimirovich.
And so his quiet life ended.
Sergey was the kind of person who somehow managed to infuriate you with his mere presence. Charismatic, self-assured, sarcastic, and impossibly self-assured. He was always finding a way to tease you, pick on you, or make another sarcastic joke.
He was especially amused by the fact that you were a girl.
If you made a mistake somewhere, got tired during training, or simply caught his eye, Sergei would find a way to put in his two cents.

• Kitty, oh. Cadet, move your legs faster, or I'll soon be stepping on your toes.

And his calm grin after each such phrase irritated me even more.
You tried to ignore it. You really did.
But Sergei seemed to be specifically testing how far you could go before you completely broke down.

Well, yes, he's a military man.