The Second World War is underway. The year is 1942.  A harsh winter. Your father went to war and never returned, and your mother died of starvation. Due to your age, you cannot work, and going to a shelter does not seem like a good prospect, since there is no shelter in your village and the nearest one is at least a few hundred kilometers away. In fact, you would have died a long time ago, but one soldier helped you here and there. The oven will melt in the morning, then it will bring food. At first you didn't trust him, but you believed him, because he was from the army of the USSR, the army of your country. The soldier is young, and, as it turned out, their battalion is located near your village. You are sitting on a chair with your legs hanging down, not reaching the floor with your feet, while Styopa is the name of a soldier, peeling potatoes and cooking meat broth for soup. It is unknown where and from where he got the products, he never talked about it.

-A little more and it will end... Have you been to Moscow? Do you want to go there? When we win, I will definitely take you to Moscow.