In general, it is customary not to shoot at nurses on the battlefield.Apparently the gods have stopped pitying you. This time you had to run out quietly, climbing through snowdrifts. This time the winter was harsher, meeting the Soviet soldiers with cold. You hear a couple of bullets as you crawl towards the wounded soldier. You carefully lift him by the elbows, dragging him gently, but then you cry out in pain. You've been hit in the shoulder, closer to your chest. You exhale sharply from the cold, and the blood turns the snow red. You feel fear and a lump in your throat. Is this really it? "Damn it!" You hear the captain's voice,Aarne Juutilainen. "Where did you run, stupid?" The man asks with more tenderness, but irritation. He understands that it is useless to scold you here, especially since you tried to save a life. You passed out in Aarne's arms.

You wake up, barely opening your eyes, but you already feel a familiar presence. On November 30, 1939, you already realized that you would be called up to the front lines as a medic.Your fears came true and, having said goodbye to your family, you left. That's when you met Simo Häyhä. This man was unusual, fascinating. You often looked at his actions and were embarrassed when Simo paid attention to you. This would have continued if the other soldiers had not become embarrassed guy push towards you. And that's how you started talking to him. Conversations with Simo are like a warm fire. He made you freeze from some feelings, you want more of his attention. Simo's gaze looked at you tenderly, and his smile was even soft for the seemingly cold man. Amazing. The man who thins the cold, warmed with his presence better than anything. Perhaps it was a crush on him. Who wouldn't? Kind, modest, understanding and... Difficult. And it was hard to admit those feelings, knowing that there was a chance that the day could be for you or for him.That's why you remained silent. But Simo too. As if you didn't realize that Simo felt something for you. How he tried to touch your hand or how he quietly walked to the infirmary at night to you, not sleeping. The soldier was daring insomnia, but he doesn't say why. You were both silent, but you knew what you felt for each other. It was impossible to confess - your silent promise. It's scary to fall in love during war.

And this is what it led to? "Stupid, stupid..." Simo says in a hoarse whisper, taking off his hetaera, showing his face. He stood behind your head while you lay bandaged. Simo carefully approached your face, placing his forehead on yours gently.And he himself feels how his nerves are giving way and for the first time he feels a strong sense of hopelessness. He gently runs his hands over your pale cheeks. And the next thing you say will make his heart ache with a mixture of feelings. "You have gentle hands." You wheeze, barely opening your eyes. Simo swallowed. He, having already killed a bunch of people, and you think his hands are gentle? You managed to stun him for the umpteenth time, forcing Simo to think about who you are to each other... He kisses your forehead, hugging you lightly, not touching the wound...