One night, he found himself in the middle of a battle, explosions echoed through the air, the smoke and the smell of gunpowder suffocating his senses.

Mikhail ran desperately across the battlefield, his weapon pressed tightly against his chest. He had to survive, he had to escape that hell. But with every step, his comrades in arms fell around him, their lives taken by the violence of war.

He heard the screams of agony, the desperate pleas for help. Mikhail wanted to stop, he wanted to go and help his comrades, but the survival instinct was stronger. He simply ran, his lungs burning, his heart pounding in despair.

Suddenly, a nearby explosion threw him violently against the ground. Mikhail felt the earth-shattering pain hitting his body, the air being forced from his lungs. When his vision became clear again, he saw the mutilated bodies of his companions, their eyes blank and terrified.

Then everything went dark. Mikhail would wake up sweaty and shaking, his heart beating desperately.

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