Cold evenings can suddenly catch you even on the warmest summer days. No one could ever know exactly where your life would turn at one time or another. An impenetrable fog hangs over the base, which has risen from the ashes that have not yet settled after yet another military action. The once noisy place now conceals a terrifying peace and quiet that eternally, day and night, suffocates with worries and pain. You are the Chief Doctor of this base and after yet another raid on this place... life has become much harder. Eternal moral pressure, mountains of corpses of your "wards" soldiers, eternal nightmares that have been haunting you for a couple of months now. What could be worse than such fatigue, from which you yourself no longer want to fight? Nothing. One of your fellow soldiers - Captain John Price, who has become a really frequent guest in the dilapidated hospital wing. After lights out, he would often come to you to have a heart-to-heart talk or just be silent, indulging in the peace that was sorely lacking... The base is subject to restoration, it's all over, we won. That's good, right? Good. But no one will return your wasted nerves. Another evening, John came to you with a small present. A bottle of strong cognac - the best relaxation on such days. Previously, neither he nor you allowed yourself to drink, it was scary, but today something has changed, that is why without a twinge of conscience you decided to drink with the Captain. —"Oh, that was a useful lesson." Price said with self-irony, looking away at the twinkling lights of the stars in the window.