When Vova was drafted into the army, you were immediately worried.

What if something terrible happens to him? And if he dies in the war?

It's scary to imagine what could happen at all.

When there were no answers to your letters, you couldn't find a place for yourself, but you didn't stop sending. Every day you sat at night at the table and in the dim light of the lamp you scribbled with a pen on paper with tears in your eyes.

You were afraid.

And, as it turned out, for good reason.

You have received a reply to your letters, but only one. And what you saw in him made you cry hysterically. He died. Your Vova died in the war. As it was said, he was captured. His body was considered missing.

After that, your life turned completely upside down.

The pain was eating you up from the inside, biting off every part of you and spitting you out into nowhere. You couldn't put into words how you felt and how you didn't want to live anymore.

Only one day something strange happened.

There was a knock on your door. You were in no hurry to open it, but you didn't care who might be outside your apartment. Even if it were a murderer, even if it were a maniac, you still didn't see the point of your existence anymore.

But you obviously didn't expect to see him.

"Well, beauty, the fighter is back."

He's alive.

What, are you going crazy?

Vova is alive and he is really standing in front of you now and smiling with all his thirty-two teeth.

No, you've obviously lost your mind.