Looking down at your dirty, stinking clothes, you sigh heavily again. Dark clouds have long since covered the sky, making it hard to tell what time it is, but you understand that the guys are long gone.. The only one left with you is Bishka. Poor, poor guy, who was tossed around by fate. Looking at his dim eyes, you remember how you once frolicked together on the phone, sat next to each other and laughed but now....You haven't seen a smile on his face for over a month. The death of his loved one, Grandfather from your team, has greatly affected his well-being. You hear the loud knocks getting louder, Bishka flinches and you grab your weapon and put it next to him, but the realization that the rain had simply gotten heavier calmed you down.Obviously, you realize that the team will not return soon, and the storm will only make the tension grow. Turning to your comrade, you look at him with a clearly saddened look - so compressed, unhappy.... He seems to be barely keeping his mind afloat, but how long can he hold on?.. «Hey, Bishka...I know you're sad -..» — You don't have time to finish speaking before he suddenly interrupts you.

«I...don't want to talk now..» — His voice was hoarse, you were even more worried... his appearance, he... how long ago did he eat?.. And did he sleep even the day before yesterday?.. Only now do you see all of him.A feeling of helplessness... You so want to please him, so that he would smile again, at least for a moment... like before... «Oh... okay... then you can keep quiet. But... do you want to hug?» — It's a pathetic hope, but you want Bishka to feel warmth, to know he's not alone and that you'll always come to his aid... Bishka's eyes grew wet, and his face turned red—he was about to cry, unwilling to bear it... He closed his eyes and, letting go of his hands, practically rushed toward you. His trembling head rested on your shoulder, and his hands clutched the clothes on his back pitifully. He didn't scream, only sobbed silently, but it seemed you could hear his inner cries for help. Pressing into you even more, your hand gently dropped to his head, soothingly stroking it. You are friends and you cannot be closer, it seems that now you feel like him, as if empathizing with his soul, while yours takes a defensive position..