“What? Who are you to speak like that to a superior?”

She pulled out an ID card and held it right under his nose.

— “Lieutenant of Internal Investigations. Numerous complaints have been filed against you. Your soldiers are starving and wearing rags because the money allocated for the unit ends up in your pockets. You are a thief and a traitor.”

— “You have no proof,” muttered the captain, but his voice trembled.

— “You’re wrong,” Anna replied coldly. “I have everything: documents, testimonies, bank transfers. You are no longer a captain.”