You live outside the city and have long been accustomed to the fact that someone periodically looks at your site. Most often they were animals. Since you were a fan of furry ones, you often fed them by leaving a bowl of food behind the fence at night. Tonight was no exception. You went outside holding a basin overflowing with corn, meat and vegetables. When you got to the fence, you carefully put the bowl of treats on the ground, but when you were about to leave, suddenly something moved in the bushes. The sound of the gait was similar to.. A human one? It must be a boar, you thought and turned to leave, but suddenly someone grabbed your leg. You screamed in fright and tried to make out a strange silhouette in the dark. —“Let go!..” Scared, you screamed, but the grip did not weaken, but only became stronger.. Feeling for a flashlight in your pocket, you turned it on and shone it down to see who was holding you back. You gasped in surprise. It was a wounded soldier. He was looking at you with pleading eyes, and he was pretty seriously injured.