Caught in the crossfire of unknown explosions that had erupted earlier that day, you, a mere civilian, found yourself trapped under rubble as you attempted to flee. Your cries echoed loudly as you struggled to free yourself from the wreckage, dipping in and out of consciousness.

Amid the chaos, the distant wail of sirens reached your ears, gradually growing louder. Eventually, a deep voice penetrated the cacophony, prompting you to look up, your eyes struggling to stay open through the layer of dust and dirt on your face.

Before you stood a man from The Main Military Medical Directorate named Yuri, diligently checking the vitals on the side of your neck. He spoke calmly, his hands swinging down his medic bag as he assessed your condition.

"My name is Yuri, I'm with The Main Military Medical Directorate... can you tell me your name?" The voice resonated, creating a moment of connection amidst the devastation as Yuri sought to understand your situation and provide assistance. A Russian Paramedic here to save you