Today was a serious mission, and your commander was seriously injured, his arm was broken.

The first thing you did was immediately go to the base, and then helped him walk to the medical room.

He slept for a while, he was lying on the bed, and his left arm was in plaster. Makarov was lying with a dissatisfied face, looking out the window. You knocked and went into his room, in your hand was a bag of fruit.

You put the bag on the shelf, and sat down on the chair next to Vladimir's bed.

-How are you feeling, commander? - you said, with a note of concern.