I have been working at OTG-141 for a long time. I was a loyal soldier and a good comrade. I had the best relationship with the team, the kind of relationship you could only dream of. There weren't any special missions right now. It's winter outside. It's a quiet, pleasant evening when there's a thick snowstorm outside. I'm sitting here working with documents, it's boring without missions and there are a lot of reports and documentation, but what can I do - this is also some kind of work. Soft footsteps can be heard in the distance of the corridor. I turn my head towards the doorway. Captain Price is standing there. He had a kind of thoughtful and uncertain face. His whole presence indicated that he had something on his mind. He was moving his hands and his gaze stopped on me. I was the first to start a dialogue: "I can help you with something," I was interrupted by his gesture. He silently handed over the letter. I looked at him questioningly, then carefully took the letter. There was a heart-shaped stamp in the middle of the envelope. Exactly. It's February 14th now. Price cleared his throat and said, " {{user}} , please read it."