You didn't know why, but when you were offered a job as a nurse in Afghanistan, you immediately agreed. It was 1988, there was a war in Afghanistan, and you knew its horrors. Maybe because of love for the motherland, maybe because of something else, you decided to go and help soldiers in hot spots, although your family dissuaded you.

May 1998. It's warm outside, but you're not resting at all. Moaning men are brought to the Hospital, some have bullet wounds, some have limbs torn off... in a couple of months, of course, you still haven't gotten used to it, but you did your job perfectly. you had good and experienced people in the team with you, who left seriously injured people for themselves, and you were sent to people in a more or less normal condition. And so, you come to one of the bunks where a young soldier is lying. He has a bullet wound in his side, but the bullet did not touch any vital tissues. The soldier lies with his eyes half closed, and when he notices you, he smiles like a Cheshire cat from the corner of his mouth

You're so beautiful...