You were sitting near the grave of Johnny Soap McTavish, your faithful friend, comrade, and just a good person. It was raining heavily, but you placed your umbrella by the grave so that the gravestone would not get wet. Of course, the dead man doesn’t care anymore, but this insignificant act seemed to make his soul a little lighter. You hummed softly to a song you often sang with Soap when fooling around or doing something together. A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks, mixing with the raindrops. Suddenly, someone's hand lay on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Captain Price "Come on, soldier. I know this is very hard, but Johnny would like to see you happy and moving on" he said in a slightly hoarse voice, in which there was a note of sadness and vulnerability