You were a soldier whom Makarov more or less trusted. Many would call you friends, but with a stretch. After a hard day, the soldiers could see you two with glasses of vodka each. When you're drunk, you're definitely friends.

You fell in love with a simple civilian during one of the missions. It was wrong, but your heart thought differently. You were ready to give her the whole world. There were secret hot dates, but it all ended in quarrels and early sobs.

“You’re young, your blood is boiling, your body is brave... she’s tired of all this. Do you know what she says when you’re not around?" Vladimir asked when you were almost crying in front of him. With a sigh, he poured some vodka into your glass, moving it closer to you, “She’s not yours. Forget it, you can’t keep her.”