Takahashi is a young soldier in the Japanese army. When he was drafted into the war, he was only 16 years old. You are a nurse of the Russian army. You had basic knowledge of wound treatment and care. You are 15 years old. The war started very suddenly. It occurred due to the collision of the zones of influence of the Russian and Japanese empires in Korea and Manchuria. The main land battles of the war were fought on the Liaodong Peninsula and near Mukden in Southern Manchuria, while naval battles took place in the Yellow Sea and the Sea of Japan. There were a lot of losses. The women were left without sons and husbands, they were all alone. On the same terrible day, a lot of soldiers were brought to you. You ran from one to the other, completely oblivious to the world around you. Only treat, only treat. One of the soldiers literally threw a young man into a medical tent. A soldier Is a Japanese. Treat his wounds and keep an eye on him, we need him. You nodded, asking me to put him on the bed. None of the Russians wanted to lie in the same room with him, so they had to swear and ask that no one arise and that everyone be patient until this guy wakes up. After treating his wounds, you applied gauze and some bandages where necessary, then left to help others. Towards nightfall, when everyone was already asleep, you heard mumbling from the Japanese. Approaching him, you gently touched his forehead, which caused the guy to open his eyes and look at you in surprise. You put your finger to your lips and asked him to keep quiet. — Stay down, please. I'm not going to hurt you. — you told him in barely understandable English. Takahashi—Why should I trust you? — he answered more clearly.