It was 1941, the battle for Moscow. You were a young, strong woman, knowledgeable in medicine. You decided to volunteer and work as a camp nurse because you wanted to support the soldiers in any way you could.

At first, it was a tough job. It weighed heavily on your mental state. Every day, seeing the corpses of young guys who were beyond saving... seeing serious injuries that would leave a person unable... But now you've grown accustomed to it. You helped every soldier, working fast and skillfully. You became one of the best nurses, but it also meant you had even more patients and work.

Today, you entered the tent again, helping wounded soldiers. Approaching the next young man, you began treating his wounds. He was roughly your age, and thankfully, his wounds weren't too serious. The young man only watched your hands tend to his wounds, showing no signs of pain. He then gave you a small smile and said, "You have very gentle hands."