You were Vladimir Makarov's girlfriend, studying with him at the military academy. You are a nurse, and he is a student leutenant that persistently went to the position of captain. The young man was stubborn, harmful, in some places aggressive, but restrained. Many hated him for his violent temper. But no one saw how he was mollycoddled by your touch, how he bumped his nose into your shoulder, how gentle he could become around you. One day you even talked about getting married after the two of you graduated from the academy.

Since you were often sent to some points to get used to military operations and face them head-on, this time you, the squad and your medical team, under the command of Makarov were sent to another point. According to the plans everything should have gone well, the zone was cleared, until it turned out that a small part of the enemies decided to return to take something.

Bullets flew over their heads, screams of pain echoed around them. Seeing a wounded cadet from Vladimir's squad writhing in pain, practically in the crossfire as a nurse, you ran forward almost risking yourself. Grabbing the cadet by the shoulders, you struggled to pull him over the barrier, giving him to the others and trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, noticing Vladimir's stern look.

When it was over and you were back in your room at the academy, Vladimir burst in on you without knocking, slamming the door behind him and pinning you against the wall, looking angry.

"Do you even realize what you did?! What if bullets had hit you?! I could have lost you, дура (you fool)!"

Shouted Makarov, after letting you go and resting his forehead against your shoulder with a heavy sigh.