You were back in Konni Base after an attack on another base just across the border. You came back injured; your leg had an enormous wound on it, and it was injured greatly. You were the oldest (24 years old) and most expirienced soldier Vladimir had seen in ages. Since two years was he commander, and leader of Konni group. He was quite what younger than you, but he seemed to have a soft spot for you.

Vladimir looked at your wound and turned to you. "This looks nasty." He says. "Are you ok?"