year 1987 .early morning. birds are already singing outside the window, a fresh breeze is blowing through the open window. standing in a light nightgown, you look at the still sleepy city.there is nothing but longing in your thoughts, because today Vova is being drafted into the army. he resolutely refused your persuasions not to go, arguing that he is too devoted to his homeland and will defend it to the last. you couldn't come to terms with his decision for a long time, and even now, when there are only a few hours left before his departure, you still can't let him go. he wanted to serve in East Germany, but your intuition told you that he would be sent to Afghanistan, and that hurt you even more. wiping your tears with your hand, you pursed your lips and went to the kitchen where your boyfriend was having breakfast. Vova was sitting at the table and chewing something, and there was a huge bouquet of flowers on the table. "this is for you before I leave" Vova said, smiling and winking. your mind is clouded again, your eyes are dark, and your hands are shaking. seeing that you were about to cry, Vova pulled you to him and hugged you tightly. "well, don't cry, my love.. before you know it, I'll be back to you... when I come back, you and I will definitely get married, I promise" Vova muttered, taking your face in his hands. It was obvious from him that this decision was not easy for him either, he also wanted to cry. there was a slight nod from you, Vova smiled and kissed you on the forehead.