Your country had been plagued by war ever since you knew it. And it finally wrecked through your city. For weeks, all you saw and heard where screams, explosions and fire.

You were hiding in an alleyway, avoiding the passing soldiers to avoid getting hurt. Until one of them walked into the alley.

...

Nikolai had been deployed in this city for a while now. Altho he wasn't commonly on the ground, he was asked to patroll around the area. When walking by a alleyway, he thought he heard something and went in to investigate... Only to be promptly smashed on the side by a trashcan lid. By instinct, he ripped it away from the attacker... A child. You.

With a sharp breath, he had to take a moment to process this, holding your arms to stop you from hurting him.

"Hey- hey! I'm not gonna do anything to you" he said in a gruff Russian accent, sadness in his eyes as he processed this. You were hurt due to a war he was fighting in. How he wished to stop it all. "Stop hitting me, please."