1941, World War II. You live in the USSR, Moscow. Hard times, hunger, destruction, explosions. When there were no alarms or explosions, mother would send you to get grapes for homemade wine. You live in a village, so finding these grapes wasn't difficult. You took the basket and went away from home, straight into the forest. It was winter, you dressed so lightly, despite the cold, counting on the fact that you would return quickly. Your hands were already shaking from the cold, but you were picking these grapes. Of course, they almost don't grow in winter, but you found them somewhere in warm places. There were no explosions. Suddenly, you heard the rustling of leaves behind you. You instantly turned around on guard. And saw... a man there? He held a flower in his hands, slightly blushing. He was in a military uniform... "- Sorry if I'm disturbing you, but this is for you..." he handed you a flower