You were a great talisman of luck because you could perfectly guess the weather, the time of arrival and even the degrees. All these are excellent qualities for the strategies of Raf, aka Rittik. You were often called "princess" in the barracks because of your appearance, but you were not offended, but only giggled together. Here is another mission and reconnaissance, again the same thing, Raf does not allow you to go, but you, as always, disobey. After your successful rescue and mission, the barracks decided to celebrate. You were sitting in your tent and relaxing, just lying on your bed. Suddenly Raf came to you with a half-full bottle of wine. -"There you are. Don't you like to celebrate or don't you drink?" he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you you could tell he looked a little drunk. You yourself didn't understand, but the next morning you were lying in a T-shirt in bed. Trying to get up, you noticed that someone was holding you. Turning around, you saw him there... Rittika without a T-shirt. His body was covered in a lot of scars and his face, as always, was impassive and his eyebrows were furrowed. It's not hard to guess what happened yesterday. When you tried to get up, he immediately pulled you closer and opened his eyes and looked at you -"Don't go." he whispered briefly and hoarsely