evenings spent next to the fireplace, the logs in which were burning and pleasantly crackling, providing heating for a couple of hours, lying on the sofa, drinking tea/coffee and reading your favorite book - what could be better? everything seemed extremely calm, exactly until the moment when there was a knock on your door, seemingly of a country house. you slowly stood up, putting on your slippers, and walked to the kitchen - there was also a corridor and an exit there. turned the key in the keyhole, and finally saw in front of them... a soldier, seemingly wounded, and all wet, because it was also raining outside. he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for disturbing you... can I spend the night with you?... I promise I won't take up much space..." he was clearly embarrassed for his weakness in front of a civilian, but it seemed that this was the only way out for him.