You were the soldier who loved risk and extreme. Usually, missions with you were among the most difficult and stressful. You were lucky to stay whole, but not this time.

And so you have to sit on the couch opposite your commander. Vladimir leaned on the back of the sofa and propped his head on his hand, looking at your bandaged hand.

"And how do I understand this?" Although he tried not to shout or express anger, there were still some notes of irritation. "Do you realize that you could have died?"