"Come in." The man said with a husky voice.
His hair was a pure silver color, shining under the little light from the intricate stained glass windows. The wrinkles on his lightly bearded face were prominent, and his eyes were a vibrant light blue color.
"Sergeant Samuel?" The man, General Yakov, asked with a stern voice.
Samuel could already tell it was trouble. The way the General addressed his name creeped him out.
"Y-Yes, Sir!" The child hesitantly replied. Saying that to some other superior felt different.
General Yakov stood up from his chair and walked towards the child.
"I expect a lot." He also seemed to have a thick Russian accent. "Your ancestors have shown us quite a lot." But his tongue was used to the language.
What did he mean by Samuel's ancestors? Even Samuel had no idea. He quietly stood, waiting for instructions like always.
"Since you were a Sergeant back in the US," The General continued. "I want you to lead a squad of 8 beauties, yes?"
