“Do you know who I am?” Anna asked, her voice calm yet commanding. “I’m Anna Konstantinov, daughter of General Konstantinov. I have every right to be here, and I have every right to demand better for my comrades.”

The captain hesitated, his grip on her collar loosening slightly. Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by a façade of defiance. In the corners of the room, the soldiers exchanged glances, their interest piqued by the confrontation. The name Konstantinov carried weight, and with it, the promise of change.

“You think you can just walk in here and start making demands because of your father?” the captain sneered, though his bravado was beginning to crumble. “This is the army, not some charity.”