since we are still on the subject.

i’ve found that most who do not recognize me at first come to me because i’m not of the ideal soviet stock. my genetic line was hardly poor, but there were difficulties. my mother refused any more genetic manipulation than was strictly necessary. so i am shorter than most, leaner.

then there is who i am, what i was. i suppose there’s a certain feeling of, ah. authority, that comes with forcing someone who once commanded soldiers down, to take control completely. as long as i get paid, i do not care. i don’t get it up even, most of the time.

then again, it’s not as if i get it up when i want it to, either.

which is, also, not as often.

shrug.