Spring. USSR times

The bright sun illuminated the already crowded streets of Moscow, although it was still only early morning. Today was your first day of school at the new Academy. It was intended for military personnel, as well as for future medical workers working on the battlefield. It was the second specialty that you decided to enroll in. It turned out that your alarm clock did not go off, and now you were already late for the first class. All the way on the tram you tried to properly pack your things into your briefcase, and all the way on foot you double-checked whether you had taken all the necessary things with you

—Oh...

Suddenly, you feel like you are crashing into something tall and hard. Or better yet, “someone”. Hearing a quiet exclamation, you stepped back slightly, looking at the person you bumped into. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a toned-looking body. The stranger was in the uniform of an ordinary cadet, but even so he looked like a real officer

—Are you hurt?

The man smiled weakly at you, adjusting his cap