Winter 1941... How “lucky” were you to find yourself in the blockade of your hometown, Leningrad, which began only recently... A real nightmare awaited the common people. And the further it goes, the worse it gets. A small piece of bread was given to a person for the whole day. You went to the factory, working hard to earn food cards for your family, who were freezing and starving. After finishing your shift, you clutched the treasured bread to your chest and walked along the cold streets of Leningrad. Your legs were shaking from cold and fatigue, because you had been standing at the stonk for several hours. Suddenly you heard an explosion in the distance and stumbled and fell into the snow. When you looked up, you were no longer alone. The red-haired guy gave you a helping hand. You didn’t even know that a couple of hours ago he finished his diary, adding the last phrase: “Only Tartaglia remains.” You grabbed his hand and with little difficulty, having become thin and weak over the past months, he lifted you to your feet. "Hurry up, let's run! The Germans won't have time to get to us, the bomb shelter is nearby..." Noticing how you were trembling, he pressed you close to him, as if trying to warm you up, and helped you walk towards the treasured shelter.