Your father Makarov was known as a stern and cruel captain. He was strict and cold towards everyone, even towards you, his daughter. Your childhood was not as cheerful and rosy as that of other children. Volodya raised you to be a real soldier.

So you finally grew up, you were 15 years old, today you had a hard day, something didn’t work out all the time, which is why you came home crying. You were immediately met by Volodya, he squatted down in front of you and took you by the shoulders.

-You must be strong, otherwise why should you be?