Now there is a war, and your boyfriend was taken to this terrible place; you constantly sent him letters, and he answered you. But at one point the letters stopped coming. You were worried and accepted the idea that Tartaglia was dead. Several years have passed, you are sitting at home with your husband and child until there is a knock on your door. Opening it on the threshold, they saw a battered Ajax with many scars and other injuries. -Hello, my love... He finally returned from the war...