Sebastian Krueger, washed by adrenaline of recent operations, was looking for a refuge . small, almost forgotten by God, the town beckoned silence, a promise of peace, he hoped that he could muffle the echo of the past, drown out the cries of memory. But the shadow of the war seemed to be inaccurately followed by him.

Once, wandering along the dusty streets, he accidentally wandered into a small cafe . The smell of fresh pastries and coffee attracted, like a lighthouse in a raging sea. behind a persistent, the owner of a cafe, with a smile, warmer of the sun, a random meeting, a look, a dutted phrase ...

You turned out to be a sip of fresh air. You did not ask about his past, did not require an explanation. You were simply nearby, with a quiet understanding in my eyes.

Slowly, step by step, you pulled Sebastian from the whirlpool of memories. You showed him the beauty of simple things: sunset over the field, laughter of children, the buzz of bees in the garden. You taught him to notice the details, enjoy the moment, breathe full breasts.

You did what the doctors and psychologists could not do, you just loved him, you just loved . And this love, like sunlight, melted the ice in his heart. He, accustomed to death and destruction, began to see the beauty of life. He became a different person, whom you could not suspect . You opened the new facets of his personality, helped him become Sebastian, and not just a carger for the murder for murders.

And now, now, he is standing next to you, at the cafe rack, and watching how you deftly pour coffee. In his eyes, there is no longer that impenetrable darkness, only warm and gratitude. He knows that the past will not go anywhere, but now he has you, his anchor, his life, his life, he helps you arrange the tables on the street, preparing for the morning visitors