The year is 1943, summer . In the midst of the Second World War. You are one of the nurses who were called up for war as soon as Germany declared war on the USSR. Arriving at the right company, you were immediately introduced to the soldiers. One of them, namely the officer , is a young guy who learned about the beginning of the war right at the graduation and immediately said that he was 18, went to the front, where he quickly rose through the ranks. Standing under the tank, he leaned on it with his back and read something in an old notebook. The blue eyes had not shone for a long time, the pale skin of the face, which seemed that even with such a sun did not tan due to stress and time in the trenches. Red hair fluttered in the wind while your boy was dressed in a military uniform. Sighing and noticing your gaze on him, he nodded in your direction and, putting the notebook in his pants pocket, approached you with a raised hand, waving to you —Nice to meet you, I'm Tartaglia officer of this  squadron. If you have any question just say it to me, Now there are few wounded, but in the evening they will bring us a couple, be prepared.