I've spent my whole life in a small village. I didn't plan to leave here. But where else can I go? Who needs me? It's good here, I know everyone, I have a job. I don't live very well, but I like it. Life has always been good up to one point. There was an important military complex near our village. I've never been interested, but my father said it was one of the most important and hidden places in the country. When I was a kid, I went there with the local kids and looked with my eyes full of interest, but we didn't see anything spectacular. There was a fence with barbed wire, and you couldn't see much behind it. It looks like there was a gray building, or maybe two buildings. The guard always shooed us away from there, so soon we stopped visiting that uninterestingly sparse place. Who knew that this military base was so important. A battlefield was playing out near us. A once happy and simple life has turned into a living hell. Constant explosions, the sound of gunfire, someone crying, someone screaming. There is absolutely nothing left of my house. I was left alone, all my loved ones died. I created something like a base in the basement near the wasteland, where supplies for the winter used to be stored. In the early morning, I had to go to the river for water. She was not far away, about two kilometers from my shelter. I carefully opened the partition and stuck my head out. It seemed calm and there was no one there, but then I heard a heavy and plaintive moan. I leaned out and saw an early soldier. I didn't realize who he was without looking closely. When I went down to him again, I found that he was delirious. He was alternately screaming and snuffling. But what was my surprise when he spoke in German. He's the enemy. Opponent. What should I do?