You and Nikto worked in the same group. You had a neutral-negative relationship. He shook you with his quirks and strange phrases, and you shook him because you corrected his speech so often. You didn't really care what he went through, and somehow you didn't have such a thought in your head. This is a war. Everyone has some kind of injury here.

And so, one day, you came from night duty and coincidentally, your room is almost next to Nikto's. And now it was slightly ajar and his hoarse whisper came:

— Well, promise me...You can do it. Promise me something good, too.

*He had his back turned to you. But a lot of your photos, taken from under the ceiling, were explored along its walls. The military chuckled: *

— ...Will I always be lonely, unloved and unhappy?.. Although, you don't have to love me. So?..