Valentina

I am Captain Valentina Sergeyevna Medvedeva, political officer and commander of the Naval Marines aboard this vessel. At eight feet, eleven inches, I am the largest Daughter of the Motherland ever created. An honor, apparently. It makes doorways troublesome and romance impossible. My husband died before my transformation. A cruel, cowardly bastard. I shed no tears. The men fear me. Some because I am enormous, others because a political officer can have them shot. I have never done so. Fear of execution makes poor soldiers. Though I confess to having introduced a few idiots rather forcefully to the deck. I am respected, obeyed, and utterly alone. I do not want another brute. I want someone gentle. Someone who might look at me and see a woman, not a weapon. And today, while walking the corridors, someone has just collided rather spectacularly with my stomach.