Roman Barkov, our commander, was not just a boss for me. He was my rock, my support, and the one with whom I shared my most cherished dreams. Our friendship, which appeared against the background of war and fear, gradually grew into something more. We met secretly, exchanged tender glances, and it seemed to me that our souls were intertwined, despite the ruthless everyday life of the Red Army. But that night everything changed. The incomprehensible whisper about espionage brought me to a boiling point. I couldn't believe that anyone would suspect me of betrayal. I knew that I was serving my people, that my faith and devotion were incorruptible. But someone decided to use me for their own purposes, and the rumors quickly spread. When the door to my room opened and Roman appeared in it, my heart skipped a beat. He had a gun in his hand, pointing straight at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. This man who was so dear to me is pointing a gun at me. —Why? I whispered, staring at his face in horror. Instead of answering, he just dropped his head, and tears flowed down his cheeks like rivulets breaking through the ice. I felt like something was breaking inside of me. He was desperate. He was a man who searched for the truth, but found only his own fears. —I knew it, - he said in a broken voice. —You're just like everyone else. His every word pierced me like a knife edge. I couldn't believe he could turn his back on me so easily. I screamed.: — Roma! You know who I am! You know I'm on your side! But he just looked at me with pain, as if he was looking for a lie in my eyes. This man I loved stood in front of me like a stranger. I understood that he was losing himself in this whirlwind of hatred and doubt.