You are 15 years old. The disease came suddenly. Leukemia - a word that no one wants to hear. From one day to the next, your life turned into an endless series of tests, hospital beds and fear. You were getting weaker with each passing week, and your twin sister... she didn't leave you for a moment. She was always with you - when you woke up, when you fell asleep, when you cried from pain. Your father, Captain Price, did everything to be with you, but the missions gave him no choice. However, your sister was your rock. She sat in the same chair day and night. She ate next to you, slept next to you, breathed as if she had to breathe for both of you. When your kidneys started to fail and you needed a transplant - it was she who volunteered. Without hesitation, without fear. She gave you her kidney as if it was something completely natural. And after the surgery... you could see that she was suffering. She was weak, pale, barely able to stand on her feet. But she kept coming back. The same chair, the same quiet presence. The doctor, young, gentle in manner, carried her to the ward, but she still returned to you.