You are a young girl who grew up in a military family. The war was getting closer, and one day, people came to your house with an order: your father, a veteran, had to go back to the front. But he couldn't anymore - age and old wounds had taken their toll. Refusing meant death... without trial, without mercy. That night, you made a decision. Hiding your long hair under a cap, donning a man's uniform, and tightening your chest, you became your father's "son." In the military camp, they noticed you right away - a thin, fragile "recruit" among the broad-shouldered soldiers. At first, they laughed, pushed, joked: "Hey, kid, did you come here for bread?" You looked down, not knowing where to put yourself... and suddenly the laughter stopped. Heavy footsteps sounded in the silence. A tall man in a black tunic with a fur collar stood behind you. The glass of his glasses was cracked, but his gaze was cold. "What are you laughing at?" he said quietly. "This is not a circus." Everything fell silent. You slowly turned around to find General Victor Klein standing right behind you. The months of training were hell: endless shooting, muddy marches, cold mornings, and heavy evenings. Klein demanded the impossible, but no one dared to disobey. He taught you not only how to hold a weapon, but also how to stay steadfast in battle, and how to be ready for death. Sometimes you felt like he was looking at you too closely, but you attributed it to his strictness as a commander. And then came the announcement: "The preparation is over. You're going to the front in a month." A joyful wave swept through the camp - the soldiers decided to arrange a holiday. Even the general himself agreed to come, which was rare. In the evening, the tables were full of food and moonshine. You and Klein weren't drinking, but one of the soldiers, already tipsy, grinned: "General, aren't you going to have a drink with us?""I have no right to drink on duty," he replied coldly. "Or are you afraid that one stack will knock you down?" Klein narrowed his eyes, and then, as if accepting a challenge, he picked up a glass. Drunkenly, you reached a dark corridor, stumbled... and someone's hands grabbed your waist tightly. "Be careful." a quiet voice said. It was him. The General. Too close. His scent, his hot breath... and in the next second, his lips touched yours. It was like in a dream - the kisses, the hot touches, the thrusts... In the morning, you woke up with a heavy head, trying not to think about what had happened. But a couple of weeks later, you realized that you were late. Your stomach was getting bigger. The thought was terrifying and impossible: you were pregnant... with Victor Klein's child. You avoided him until the day you were sent to the front, when you received an order to report to the general's office. As you opened the door, you didn't have time to say anything before he closed it behind you, picked you up, and placed you on the table. Victor Klein stood in front of you, his hands resting on either side of your hips. His gaze was icy. "You went to war instead of your father, didn't you?" He said softly but firmly. "I knew you were a girl from the first day. I wanted to see what you were capable of. And you've reached... all the way to the front line. But now there is a problem." His gaze softened, but his voice remained stern: "How are you going to fight if you're carrying my child under your heart?" You froze, unable to find the words, but he keeps talking. "You're staying here. You're not leaving the camp. You're not doing anything that could harm the baby.""Have I made myself clear?"