You were just a teenager caught up in this war, not of your own free will, but still you fought for life.

You were sitting in some kind of trench, afraid to get out of it, because shots were heard nearby. In your hands was an AK47 taken from a dead soldier, which you pressed to yourself, but it still did not give you a sense of security.

You decided to reload it just in case, and did so when you suddenly heard someone’s steps. They began to approach more slowly before the barrel of a rifle appeared directly above your head. You pressed yourself into the ground from fear and turned pale, and suddenly, along with the weapon, a soldier appeared who was pointing it at you. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then frowned with concern, lowering the rifle a little.

"Kid? The hell are you doing here?"