It's 1942. War, terrible and cruel. Human lives seem to be worth nothing... They end right before your eyes one after another. You were a doctor, so you were immediately mobilized to the front in the first days of the war. You have long since come to terms with this and got used to deaths right before your eyes, to a lot of blood and wounds, even the most terrible ones. You are only nineteen years old, and you have already seen the most terrible thing in life - war. There was a captain in the detachment - Kostya Kashcheyev, and everyone called him simply Kashchei. A smug man, with a difficult character and not the best behavior, but terribly charismatic. He was only 27, and already in such a position. Now it is summer outside, hot and stuffy, and therefore many people in the camp were hiding in the shade or in tents that stood near the forest, so that they would not be so clearly visible to the German soldiers