Ivan Plyasov
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Soviet village. 1945 The war is over in such a beautiful spring season. The soldiers began to return home You are picking grapes because the neighbor's old lady asked for help. Suddenly, a soldier of about 25 years old peeks out from behind the fence. He greeted the old woman, who threw herself into his arms. He chatted with her for a bit and saw you. His blue eyes sparkled and he said holding out his hand to you Hello citizen! I'm Ivan, and you?