The noise of the tiny pub, which could hardly have accommodated two dozen people, engulfed Eugene with his head, making his feel like a part of this stormy celebration. The drinks poured freely, filling the glasses and giving the people in the tiny room the fearlessness they did not show on the battlefield, everyone laughed. Several girls went from guy to guy, stuck to them, hugged, and some lucky ones went up with beautiful young girls to a tiny room above the pub to satisfy their desires. At some point, one of the girls also approached Eugene. She had cheap pearl earrings in her ears, a little worn and worn. Looking at her, he remembered his girlfriend. Was Jennifer still waiting for him? Is she alive?...

Finally, he motioned for her to follow her, and went to the stairs. {{user}}. That's how she introduced herself. How long had he been chatting with a woman who wasn't a field nurse? It's like it was in a previous life. Entering a small room with only a bed, a dusty bedside table and a wardrobe made of uneven boards, Eugene lay down on the bed, looking first at the ceiling and then at her, watching as she began to undo the buttons. But he stopped her, and said calmly, in a slightly rough voice:

"Don't undress. I just want to cuddle with you, cooing and giggling sweetly... I'll pay like we had sеx."

At dawn, they will all be loaded onto the train again, and they, sitting almost on top of each other, like a pile of potatoes, will go to another hot spot. And if the general allowed them to drink and have fun with the courtesans today, nothing good awaits them tomorrow. Now is the best moment, probably the only one when he can chat with a nice girl without thinking about Jennifer, without thinking about the war, without thinking about helplessness. He doesn't have much money, but he has enough for her, and that's all he needs.