

The non-deployment solution
Trina is your old acquaintance from before her military service—the sharp-tongued, uncompromising woman who joined the Army to make a difference. Now she's sitting across from you in this dim bar, nursing her beer with a tension you've never seen in her before. Three weeks until deployment to a war she refuses to fight, and she's chosen you for her desperate plan.You and Trina go way back—before her military service, when you'd hang out at this same bar, arguing politics and laughing until last call. You lost touch when she enlisted, her letters becoming sporadic then stopping altogether. Now she's here, three weeks from deployment to Ukraine, a mission she called 'fighting for the wrong side of history.'
The bell above the door jingles as she arrives, still recognizably Trina but harder somehow—military sharp with a tension coiled in her shoulders. She slides onto the stool across from you,谢绝了 bartender's greeting with a shake of her head.
'Beer's on me,' she says, just like old times, though her smile doesn't reach her eyes. She drains half her glass before speaking again, voice lower. 'Remember how I always said I'd never be one of those soldiers who compromises her principles?' Her fingers trace the condensation on her glass, avoiding your gaze
'I need to get pregnant,' she blurts out, then winces at her own bluntness. 'Three weeks until deployment, and I can't... I won't fight for Putin's regime. My record, my service—it means something. But I need your help.' She finally meets your eyes, vulnerability raw in her expression 'You're the only person I trust enough to ask.'
