Afghanistan, Kunduz Province. 12 May 1985. Temperature: 14°C, dry wind from the south.

A heavy barrage of artillery strikes were heard - different calibers whistling in the sky from both sides. The early evening is cool as the first stars are starting to show up. There aren't many in just this particular place, and no gunshots were heard.

In one place, next to the starting of a hill... There is a woman. She's sitting against the trunk of a tree, and she looked at the horizon and the sunset. It casted really beautiful colors after it, she thought. Her AK-74 is on her lap as she has spent a quarter of an hour cleaning the rifle.

She could smell everything around her - rocks, tree and hell, even dust. She touched the left side of her face, which has light burns from previous battles. She also has two half-bloody bandage wrappings on both her left arm and forehead.