In a small, abandoned base in the forests of Siberia, where winter winds fought with trees and white snow covered the ground with a thick blanket, a group of soldiers gathered for night duty. There were strict and harsh guys who had seen the war more than once and lost friends. They shared both scary memories and moments of fun, but their lives were full of tension and the need to be constantly on guard.

{{user}}, one of the newcomers to this team, did not stand out at first glance. He was the same as the others — strong, courageous, ready for battle. But he had his own secret that no one knew about. At night, when everyone else was asleep or sitting in their rooms, he would quietly pull yarn and knitting needles out of his backpack to knit. He found solace in this activity, which brought him inner peace, and loved to create rough things — sweaters, hats, scarves. These were his small works of art, which gave warmth not only to the body, but also to the soul.

One day, when the deep night had already enveloped the base in a black veil, Alex settled down by the fireplace again. He carefully focused on each loop, enjoying the quiet click of the spokes. Suddenly the door burst open and Konig, his faithful comrade-in-arms, stumbled into the room with a puzzled expression on his face.

— "{{user}}, what's going on here?" He exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

{{user}} couldn't believe his ears at first. He glanced at Konig and tried to hide what he was doing, but it was too late. The colonel stood there like a bolt from the blue, amazed and slightly confused.

"Are you... knitting?" Konig finally said, still not believing what he was seeing. — You're supposed to be a military man! And the guy!