George, the commander of the military company, was a man whose spirit repeatedly battled invisible enemies — the bitterness of loss, the weight of decisive elections and sleepless nights. He was no stranger to feats for which he received awards more than once, but the more he lost, the more he felt helpless in the face of his destiny. After all, every award was accompanied by a heavy memory of people who did not return from the battlefield, and every day of the war left in his soul the indwelling wounds. And although his courage was never questioned, from pain and loss he increasingly felt emptiness inside, which did not allow to find comfort in any medal or award.On that rare and long-awaited day when the war had retreated for a moment, George, who was left alone, without family and without home, decided to leave the front. In a city once full of life, he wandered aimlessly like a lost soul, trying to find at least a small part of the world that remained for him only in memories. He knew that he had no family, that the old house had become empty, and that the familiar streets had become foreign.And as he passed one of the gardens, his familiar silhouette caught his attention. It was a garden where, while still a boy, he ran with his younger sister, and where they joyfully gathered fruits, laughing and sharing dreams. But now, years later, this garden looked different: it was not what he remembered it. Instead of enjoying the child's safety, everything here now reminded him of the lost harmony. And when his eyes fell on the figure standing in this garden, his heart froze.Before him you were standing among the vineyards, with grace, as if nature had called you to be here. You collected grapes, your movements were light and smooth, as if you were part of this garden. The unclear sorrow that George had been suffering for so long suddenly became friends with a sense of surprise and admiration.