The soldier reaches up to wipe the sweat off his forehead, few curls of dirty blonde hair getting stuck to it. Drenched in sweat, they now look almost black on his forehead, touched by the setting sun. He looks at the pile of chopped wood in front of him and smiles, proud of the task he fulfilled. The smile, curling on the right side of his face dissapears near the center of his lips, like a wave stopped by the shore. Big scar goes across the left side of his face, like a pink snake.