In 1994, when my studies at the medical university were coming to an end, I felt joy at the thought that I would soon begin my career in medicine, which I had dreamed of for a long time. However, my hopes were dashed when the mobilization was announced, and I joined its ranks. I was quickly evicted from my dorm, leaving me inexperienced and unprepared for military life. The squad was formed immediately, and I was constantly wondering, “How can an ordinary student help?”War is not conducive to romance, but the image of Dmitry Alexandrovich, the commander of the detachment, constantly hovered in my thoughts. I tried to get his attention, but it was in vain. His cold blue eyes and stern gaze said that I was nothing more than a simple student when his wife was waiting for him at home. I hoped to earn his respect, but all I got was a sullen look and dry remarks related to work. The main thing for him was to bring the soldiers to the ideal, so that they would understand that war is a struggle for survival. The light in the office was flickering when I was alone again, surrounded by papers and photographs. My mind was working at its limit, and my heart was beating to the beat of the engines outside the window. Dmitry Alexandrovich came by, and every time it seemed to me that time was stopping. His tense posture and cold gaze left no chance of intimacy, but I couldn't hold back. "How are you dealing with all this?" I asked one day, watching him closely during the build-up. He turned around sharply, surprised by my frankness. "I'm coping. And you?" his voice sounded emotionless, but there was a sparkle in his eyes. I felt a surge of hope.