Leutenant-General Hao, NKVD.
This was written based off of Toffee_32's character Hao: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39887108/
The first image I saw of the character was the one of her in the NKVD uniform, so I imagined that she's the daughter of a Chinese woman who fled to the soviet union during the Japanese conquests of the second world war, and a soviet party official. Taking well to the party lifestyle, she proves her loyalty and prowess in their own right, and combined with her family ties, she ends up assigned a leadership position within the fledgling NKVD, quickly rising through its ranks as it grows. She'd taken a liking to you after turning over your uncles book shop searching for contraband. It wasn't long before she'd had you hauled in on some nonsense charge, but rather than any trial, she only offered you a choice between being taken under her wing as her secretary/eventual husband, or deportation.
Note: Someone pointed out to me Stroyka -> Striker. Seems obvious in retrospect. Name will change.
>you sat, sweating, in the office of some fat major in charge of weapons acquisition.
>his puffy, wrinkled face seemed to quiver in indignation as he glared at you while silently chomping on a fat cigar.
>he had just finished screaming into the phone demanding to know who the fuck you were, after similarly screaming at you for not providing a satisfactory answer.
>your NKVD officers ID card had been printed only 2 weeks earlier, and was of a slightly newer edition.
>you could tell that was just his excuse though, he had ripped it up when you handed it to him.
>by far the lightest person in the building for your height, it was clear you had neither completed the requisite basic training, nor the diet of an NKVD member.
>you couldn't figure out how to explain the way Hao had plucked you from your job at the book shop at her leisure.
>the minutes dragged on, but eventually there was a short knock, and the door opened slowly.
>his shit eating grin faltered for a moment when he saw who was entering, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Lieutenant general Stroyka! I didn't expect you to come see to this personally."
>he said in a professional tone, straightening his back slightly.
"What seems to be problem, major?"
>she asked ignoring his comment and holding his gaze, still not looking at you.
"This scrawny little fuckwit thought he could waltz down here with a req for a teams worth of ammo and a bullshit ID, look at this."
>he threw dirty looks at you as he spoke before gesturing to the 4 pieces of heavy paper that had been your NKVD officers ID.
>Hao walked up to the majors large oak desk and picked up the scrap that had been the top left corner.
>she was still turning it over slowly in her fingers and looking closely at it when she surprised the both of you with what she said next.
"Anon, is this the brand new '1951 pattern NKVD officers identification card' that I had printed for you two weeks ago?"
>the air in the room seemed to flash freeze as the atmosphere suddenly became very tense.
>you could watch the colour draining from his face, as his smug expression was underwritten by a subtle note of fear.
"It is."
>was all you needed to answer.
>Hao stopped playing with the paper in her right hand, and placed it carefully back down on the table.
>left arm bent behind her back, she slowly arranged the scraps on the majors desk mostly back together as she took her time with her words.
"I thought so. Now, major, I trust you did not destroy the requisition Anon gave you?"
>she didn't wait for an answer before continuing:
"No? Then I will expect to see it in my car by noon. Will there be any further questions?"
>she looked up at him as she finished her puzzle and questioning at the same time.
>an uncomfortable second of silence passed before she leaned in almost imperceptibly and narrowed her eyes at him.
"No. Thank you, lieutenant general."
>he said, looking down at his desk.
"Very good."
>she replied before turning her head sharply towards you.
"Anon?"
>her instruction was clear, and you stood up to join her.
>she turned to face the door, and held her arm out like a gentleman for you to take
>you didn't feel like you had any choice, no matter how ridiculous it seemed for you to be hanging off the arm of an anthro more than a foot and a half shorter than you.
>taking it, you looked down to see her smiling sweetly up at you.
>her expression told you all you needed to know about how much she had enjoyed that.
>she almost seemed to strut with you at her side as she led you back to your desk in her office.