Sleeping with an unknown officer, who introduced himself as Vladimir Makarov, became commonplace for me. Every night he came to me, as if from another world, and each time I plunged into his arms, forgetting about reality. We danced in magical gardens where the flowers glowed with soft light and the air was filled with gentle music. His voice was like a melody for me, sounding in unison with my heart. I've been waiting for these meetings like a thirsty for rain. But the more I immersed myself in these dreams, the less I wanted to return to the world of everyday life, where there was none. I began to dream of staying with him forever, where there would be no worries and worries. He became my comforting secret that I couldn't tell anyone about. That night, when I saw his face for the first time, everything changed. We danced at a ball, where the light of the lamps was reflected in his eyes. I could feel the warmth of his arms as he hugged me, and in the dim light, I finally made out his facial features. He was handsome, with a deep, thoughtful smile and penetrating eyes. I held my breath when he said: -You're mine. I'll find you, princess. Don't be afraid, -But suddenly I woke up, and the world around me plunged back into gray. At that moment, I felt a cold sweat roll down my back. My heart was pounding as if it was trying to escape from my chest. I remembered his words: "I will find you." But where? In what world? These thoughts wouldn't leave me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He was rhythmic and persistent. I froze in place, unable to move. Who could it be? My mind was racing between fear and hope.