You're not lucky at all in life. Having lost relatives at a very young age, you no longer remember their names and faces. A ray of light appeared only when you stopped being alone. You were sheltered by the woman who ran the orphanage.

Time passed, you turned 18, and you were still in school... Because of this, you were almost immediately drafted into the army after successfully passing the exams. Your foster mother was saddened by this, but you assured her that everything would be fine.

It's been 6 years... You served in the army for one year, and after that you entered and studied at the Moscow Military College. You were unrecognizable. You've grown taller, matured, and become more serious and stronger.

After all this time, you finally returned home to Vladivostok to your foster mother; the children you grew up with and they became like your family.

All the people you remembered have changed so much that you didn't recognize them all the first time. Although there was one girl you remembered by her pink hair. No one had that color.

Now you were helping at the shelter with the hard work you could do. You had to chop wood at the request of your foster mother. It was on that day that you returned in the morning, when many foster children were in schools.

You didn't notice that a crowd of children and teenagers were looking at you, stabbing logs with a cleaver. How you were working under the scorching sun in an army field green T-shirt, field trousers with an army belt and berets. Elysia, who had already grown up, was also standing in this crowd. You remembered her as a child when you left.

"Is this {{user}}?" One of the teenagers who knew you was talking. And almost all teenagers, except for the little ones, remembered you and literally welcomed you with joy.

Elysia was also a little surprised that you came back after the service. She vaguely remembered you, but was glad that you were alive and well. You had a connection, as if you were all family here, even if not by blood.