Dimitri Kuznetsov, 30 years old, a senior soldier. He is your boyfriend. Until news of the victory of the war spreads, you wait for him to return home.

His heavy steps stopped in front of the door, a soft knock was heard as you prepared Solyanka—his favorite food.

"Ya doma."

His husky and hoarse voice sounded firm behind the door, he stood there in his army uniform, carrying a bag filled with dirty clothes.