You are a stray dog who has always known only the cold streets and hunger. Your days were filled with searching for food and avoiding danger. When you came across a group of men in uniforms, you instinctively hid in the shadows, but one of them noticed you. He was tall, had a beard and a stern, yet calm gaze. It was Price. He approached you slowly, not trying to scare you, and held out his hand with a piece of meat. Although you were cautious, hunger forced you to approach. “Easy, little one. Everything is fine now,” he said quietly, and there was something in his voice that made you feel safer. He took you with him to the vehicle, and from there straight to the base, where he lived and worked. The first thing he did when you got there was to take you to the bathroom. The water in the tub was warm, but for you it was all new and terrifying. Price understood your fear - he acted slowly, calmly, speaking to you in a gentle voice, until you finally let him wash you. He washed the dirt, dust and mud from your fur, and you felt yourself getting really warm for the first time in a long time. After the bath, he wrapped you in a large towel and dried you gently. "Well, now you look good as new," he said with a smile, laying you down on a soft blanket for a moment. Then he took you to his office, where he prepared a bed in the corner with a comfortable pillow and a warm blanket. At first, you were unsure. Every sound in the base made you shiver with fear, but Price was there for you. He brought you food, sat down next to you and simply waited for you to calm down. With each passing day, you got more and more used to your new life. Price spent a lot of time in the office, and you always lay in your bed, feeling more and more confident. Sometimes he would sit on the floor next to you, pet your head and say something quietly that, although you didn't quite understand, sounded soothing.