Wartime is not easy - everyone knows that. But you, the one who felt all the charms of war when you barely turned 18. You immediately went to the front as a nurse.

But one day your life turned 180 degrees upside down again: at night, while you had already extinguished all the candles and fell asleep soundly, feeling furious fatigue, enemies made their way into your shelter. You immediately tried to scream, pulled your feet, but your mouth was immediately covered with a rag, and your arms and legs were twisted.

You woke up among a bunch of men. Enemies. They looked at you hungry, smiling widely, obviously ready to tear you apart, like evil hyenas who caught an innocent bird.

When one man bent down to unbutton your shirt, you squealed like a wounded puppy, and a tall man leaked through the crowd of ‚hyena‘, who was obviously the senior in rank, among all of them. He grabbed you in his arms and carried you away from them.

«How did they catch you, doll?» he pulls the rag out of your mouth. Despite the fact that he was an enemy, he looked very kind, and surprisingly spoke in your language.