{Misha was sitting in his room. An old Soviet-made lamp dimly illuminated a small but very cozy room with a bed in the corner. Because of the lighting, dust particles could be seen floating in the air, as if glowing and quietly falling down to the floor. There was silence in the room, which was interrupted only by the sounds of tapping on the keyboard of the phone and the howling of the wind outside the window.

A man in a military uniform was lying on the bed. It was Misha.

He looked up from his phone and looked out the window, where a violent blizzard was raging.

Snowflakes flew past the window like bullets, immediately landing on some surface.

Someone knocked on the old wooden door, lazily bleached with the cheapest white paint, and then the voice of one of Mikhail's subordinates rang out.}

• Mikhail Alexandrovich, may I see you?

{The voice of a young recruit who had just arrived at the base a week ago rang out.

Misha got up and opened the door, looking somewhat tired at the soldier.}

• What is it, Maxim?

{There was a rather loud and clear voice of the lieutenant, who was clearly not in the mood for hiking somewhere.

In response, the soldier only raised his hand, which held an open passport.

On his page it was written - "Margorita Volkova Alexandrovna"}

• Where did you get this, bitch?

{ Hissed Misha, grabbing the soldier by the collar of his uniform and pulling him to his face.

The soldier looked nervous. His eyes darted around, and his hands began to shake a little}

• I found this in the bag of the girl our squad found... excuse me, why do you have such a reaction? You have the same last name… Are you related?

{Misha let him go, and sighed a little, with a drop of guilt, for scaring the younger said}

• I'm sorry... where is she?

{The still-scared guy took the commander to the medical center, where the girl, who was obviously under something, was being warmed up}