I want to join the special forces, — he said firmly.

The room burst into laughter. One of the officers, without lifting his eyes from the papers, smirked:
— The special forces? Maybe you’d be better off in the kitchen peeling potatoes. Or do you want to be a janitor?

— No. Only the special forces, — the man repeated stubbornly.

— Guys, get him out of here, — the major said irritably. — He must be crazy.