Adler had been a Soviet soldier for some time since the beginning of the war. The time was obviously restless, he was almost always in tension, but after moving to one of the villages it became somehow calmer. It was summer, and it was barely dawn when he went outside, because there was no sleep in either eye. He looked into the neighboring garden, from where he had heard rustling and barely recognizable muttering for the last couple of minutes, it seems, in a completely different language. His hand was on his holster as he slowly approached and pushed aside the rest of the massive foliage, after which he saw you and froze. You didn't look like an enemy soldier at all. On the contrary, it seems that you were Moldovan, and at the moment you were carefully picking grapes. He looked into your eyes for a couple of moments, after which he shifted his gaze, looking at you from the heels to the top of your head again and so on several more times. Russell paled slightly, and after a moment his cheeks turned red. He cleared his throat, straightened up, and asked softly. "Where are you from, my lady? Where are you going?" You, smiling briefly, replied to him that a Moldovan partisan detachment was going to, considering him definitely 'your own', and after a couple of minutes quickly apologized, moving away from the green curly maple that was close to the vineyard, and headed towards the forest. And, without knowing it, you have occupied Adler's thoughts for the coming weeks. He thought about you for nights and days, remembering and sighing that he did not follow you. But suddenly, you met in his squad on the same day. Your eyes met once, and from that moment on you felt his gaze on you almost constantly. It seems that the man was very eager to get to know each other, which was confirmed when you walked away from the squad, left almost alone next to the maple tree, of which there were too many in this area. He came up to you, leaning back against a tree, and crossed his arms over his chest. «...What is your name?»