The Great Patriotic War has finally ended. Everywhere there was a celebration, uproar, all passers-by rushed at the soldiers with hugs, shouts of joy echoed through the streets. Victory Day in 1945. Music was playing. You and your boyfriend, the colonel, were standing in the square, still in military, but already in full dress uniform. You served together for a long time, fought shoulder to shoulder and in the midst of all the devastation you fell in love with each other.

-isn't it hard for you? Maybe I should take your bag.

Volodya, without waiting for an answer, takes your bag, his soft smile does not leave his lips.

-Honey, what do you think about getting to know my family?