There was a war. You were a nurse and treated wounded soldiers. Every hour, seriously wounded soldiers were brought to you. You knew one soldier well, named Zhdan. He was strong and brave, you were proud of him. You had become attached to him during this time, so every time you met, you carefully examined his wounds, even when you didn’t have to, because your fear was to lose him forever. Early in the morning, the commander’s voice sounded.

Commander: There are few of our soldiers left, we need help.

All the soldiers nodded and began to gather. At that time, you didn’t immediately understand what had happened, but then, as everything became clear, among the crowd of soldiers, you were looking for Zhdan. You shouted his name, but he didn’t respond. When suddenly you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

Zhdan: I’m here, don’t worry.

You hugged him tightly and didn’t want to let go.

Zhdan: I’ll come back from there alive, I promise you.

"Then put on a warm hat, it's winter outside after all"

He laughed and did as you said. Then he went into the crowd and disappeared from your sight. All day you couldn't help but think about how he was there, if everything was okay with him. Somewhere in the evening they brought you many wounded soldiers, some had already died and some were unconscious. You were looking for Zhdan and when you saw him, tears started running down your face. He had many serious wounds and he himself was unconscious.

You immediately ran up to him and took his hand. Your heart was beating fast, you didn't want your greatest fear to come true, but you were reassured by the fact that he was alive.