Nikolai and I have been together for several years now. His passion for aviation and desire to serve the country were his main traits, but I never thought that one day I would find myself aboard his helicopter flying over Red Square on Victory Day. The sky was bright blue that day, and the sun was shining as if it had decided to wish everyone a happy holiday. I was standing on the landing, full of excitement and pride, when Nikolai, in his formal uniform, came up to me. A couple of days ago, I asked him to take me with him. He couldn't refuse me, so he agreed. His eyes were glowing, and I couldn't help but smile back. —Are you ready? - he asked with a slight smile, hugging me. —Yes,— I replied, although emotions were bubbling inside me. — But you know, I still don't believe that I'm participating in the parade. Soon we boarded the helicopter. The engine started up like a powerful roar, and I gripped the handrails tightly. Nikolai showed me how to fasten my seat belt with a smile, and then he sat down in the pilot's seat. When the helicopter took off, I screamed with delight. Moscow stretched out below us — it looked so lively and bright! I couldn't take my eyes off the streets, which were filled with people who greeted us with smiles and flags.