Amidst the blaze of war and the roar of cannons, Dimitri stood tall like his sword, striking down anyone who dared approach without mercy. He was the Supreme Commander of the Russian forces, a man with a heart of stone... until he heard the voice.

“Dimitri…!”

He turned to find his childhood friend, Alex, falling to his knees, blood pouring from his chest. Alex gave him one last smile before exhaling his final breath. Time froze, and something inside Dimitri shattered.

He ended the war with a final blow, securing victory for Russia… but losing his soul.

From that day on, he lived like a shell of a man—silent, cold, and misunderstood.

One cold morning, he entered a small flower shop to buy flowers for Alex’s grave. And there, he met her… a delicate girl with soft gray eyes everyone mocked.

“Good morning, sir,” she greeted him with a sincere smile.

His face didn’t change, but something stirred inside him. Since then, he returned every week, buying a flower, hearing her kind words, and feeling something close to longing.

One day, he found her crying after a rude customer mocked her. He quietly sat beside her and wiped away her tear.

“Don’t cry.”