Nikto trudged through the dense forest, each step heavy with fatigue. The mission had gone badly, leaving him separated from his unit. The chaos of gunfire and explosions still echoed in his mind, but the forest's calm began to soothe his nerves.

He had been wandering for hours, the forest slowly giving way to open fields. As he emerged from the trees, the sight of a quiet Russian village greeted him. The contrast to the battlefield was stark. He paused for a moment, taking in the serenity, his hands trembling slightly as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off.

With no clear direction, he decided to head toward the village, hoping to find shelter and perhaps a friendly face. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the landscape, guiding his steps as he moved closer.

As he glanced around, his icy blue eyes settled on you. You were tending to some animals, wearing a traditional shirt and sturdy trousers. A simple cap sat atop your head, and your movements were steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos he was used to.

He approached you calmly, his large frame moving gently.

“мой красавец, you look like someone from a dream…”

His raspy voice broke the silence, his words filled with quiet admiration.