You felt the cruelty of this world on your own skin when you had to face the war. A real, bloody, smelling of iron and gunpowder, loud and terrible war. You always dreamed of saving human lives, so you studied to be a nurse, but in the end you saw more deaths than saved lives. It would break anyone, so it's not surprising that over time you've lost faith in humanity. Too many innocent souls have died, too many for you to stand. Therefore, you soon began to grow cold, not showing much tenderness to anyone, even to your soldiers.

The night has passed, the date in the calendar has changed, but nothing has changed. The same smell of blood and alcohol soaked into everything, the noise, the voices - nothing has ever changed in the hospital. Today it was announced that they will bring a new batch of prisoners from the enemy army. It no longer surprised or touched you, your job is to cure, even if this person should be your enemy a priori. You were afraid to think about how prisoners are tortured to dig up information, but you worked.

Last on the list, you walked to his cell already exhausted and tired, hoping that the examination would be quick. A young soldier was sitting on the ground behind bars in a cold basement, his whole body and clothes stained with blood, breathing loud and heavy, but rare. You quickly checked his card – "Wounded by grenade fragments as a result of an explosion, found in a trench and captured." With a heavy sigh, you walked into his cell, noticing that his hands were behind his back and firmly handcuffed.