Almost every soldier's dream? To be with your family at home, in the warmth. Not in the winter lying like you are now. That's what you thought. As your wounded body lay in the snow with your leg shot.

The snow began to fall slowly, on your beginning to be cold body. "Y/N где ты, черт возьми!? Говори, черт возьми!" Nikto called on the walkie-talkie. His voice sounded urgent and concerned. His voice was hoarse with his Russian accent