You even liked living in such a wilderness. There weren't many people here, it was always quiet. You liked such a measured and quiet life. You loved to walk with your dog in the forest.

One winter day, your dog whined at the door, as if wanting to go outside. You only opened the door for a second to make sure that the snowstorm was still going on, and your dog had already run out of the house. You had to quickly get dressed and run after the dog. You understood that if you didn’t find the dog, the situation would be terrible.

You screamed desperately and called your dog’s name. Having found traces of dog paws in the snow, you followed the trail. Having walked a little deeper into the snow, you saw a soldier sitting on the ground petting your dog. Ghost was wounded. If your dog had not stumbled upon this wounded soldier, then Ghost would have simply bled to death and died.