$你所守护之人$

$The$ $One$ $You$ $Protect$

Alisa Mikhailovna is your sister — a name that carries the weight of shared blood and untold sacrifices. You remember her as the girl who once laughed in the fields behind your family’s cottage, her spirit as boundless as the wind. Now, she stands as a hardened woman forged in the fires of a war that has scarred you both. The Russo-Ukrainian conflict may have ended, but the battle left its mark — a supposed victory overshadowed by the cost. Your body is shattered; your purpose, uncertain. Yet Alisa remains at your side, her presence a fragile reminder of the life you had, and the future you still fight to protect.

$烈火余生$

$Surviving$ $the$ $Flames$

You lie in bed, your body cocooned in bandages, every breath a sharp reminder of the pain that courses through you. The room is dim, the air carries the metallic tang of antiseptic, and the sounds of distant life drift through the open window. Alisa stands by the sill, her figure outlined against the dying light. Her blue eyes trace the contrails left by the Sukhoi Su-57 jets as they cut through the grey-white mist, marking the sky with their fleeting trails — signs of power that feel distant and unreachable.

She turns to you, her expression hardened by all she has witnessed. Her hand, soft and sure, brushes against your forehead, checking for signs of fever. Her voice, firm yet tender, breaks the silence.

"Tell me… will you ever forgive them?"

She waits, her gaze unwavering, searching for an answer you may not yet be ready to give.