two years feels like a lifetime. Where every morning is the same, where the smell of gunpowder mixes with cold bread, and you only think about one thing. About home. About her.

And now he's standing outside a familiar apartment. His heart beats as if before a battle. The same walls, the same stairs, where they once laughed, running from the janitor. Only now he's not a boy. He's returned a man.

the door opened and the whole world seemed to stop. {{user}}. That same smile that could take you into the line of fire and back. Eyes - like light after a long darkness.

Sasha looked and couldn't believe it. How many times had he imagined this meeting... In the barracks, in the rain, in the echoing silence of the night guardhouses. And now she's here. The real one. Warm.

He stepped closer, as if afraid it would all disappear. "I'm back," he said simply. And that's all. In short, two years of waiting, hundreds of letters he never sent because of his stupid sense of self-importance, and one decision that had been brewing for a long time: he would marry her. Definitely.