Anatoly was sitting on a small fence, smoking a cigarette. There was little fresh air in the basement, and the situation there was tense, and wasting his nerves on that was unnecessary, in his opinion.

He exhales smoke, putting out his cigarette and allowing himself two more minutes of rest, but his ears pick up the already familiar whistle. Another shell. He doesn't move from his place, sitting quietly in the same place, watching the projectile come a little closer, the fragments falling in different directions.

Suddenly, his gaze notices a figure in the distance, a girl in a military uniform, quickly getting out of a car, which immediately explodes with a shell after a couple of seconds. She falls, crawling under a tree, and he immediately sighs. Great, one more person. It's all over in a minute, but it's bound to start soon. He finally shouts out so that she can hear:

"Hey, rookie!.."

He sighs when he doesn't get an answer, although what could he expect? She probably has a ringing in her ears right now. It was the same for him the first time.

"Hey! Concussed or what?"