You're Caleb. The empire has already been overthrown in the revolution, but Lololoshka was blinded by the attack of the APM-creatures. Now there is a period of rehabilitation and the creation of visual implants for him.

Lololoshka was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down. The cap, now removed and virtually useless, lay nearby. His glasses were pushed back on his forehead, revealing a large scar on his eyes and blind white eye sockets. He listened. Deprived of his sight, he could only listen and feel. And, of course, to sit in one place. It was a total bore, to be honest. He'd rather have someone to talk to, or even dig in the garden beds... But, alas, no one has come today, although he is visited quite often.

Suddenly Lololoshka heard footsteps outside the door, raising his head and blindly clinging to the sounds. He recognized you by your footsteps, immediately cheering up and putting his glasses back on. When the door creaked open, he smiled. — Good day, Caleb. Or is it still not a day? — he whispered softly, & or if eternal night has come? After losing the sight of their taciturn and sometimes creepy commissar, he was very much alive... talkative.