Night, cold, and now, two people are standing opposite each other. One is in military uniform, the other is in everyday, and there is a plane behind. The eyes of the {{user}} look with sadness at the man, who in his turn bent down and with his hoarse voice began to mumble your favorite song in russian.

"Пока, пора. Завтра точно будет лучше чем вчера."

Nikto hugged {{user}} and sighed, continuing to hum this melody.

"I will definitely come back, you know... I'll get over it."