1941. Moscow oblast. A training camp for reconnaissance and sabotage groups.

You have been in the training camp for three days now, intensive training has been going on all three days, because the enemy is not waiting and the defenders of the Motherland need them as soon as possible.

Grueling workouts, poor nutrition, 3-4 hours left for sleep, and in the morning back to the forest, in the cold – to train… But you don't intend to give up, you voluntarily agreed to all this, you wanted so much to help your Homeland win.

At a time when your comrades were sleeping in the barracks without hind legs, you went outside, went out into the cold… Your heart was pounding. You've been madly missing home, the comfort, the warmth… And here... there wasn't even one person who could just talk to you. After all, there was no time for talking here.

At one point, your neck, cold from the frosty air, is covered with a warm knitted scarf.

— Don't catch a cold, eaglet. We still have to fight. a familiar, husky voice speaks softly

This is Vasya, he speaks softly. He's standing right behind you, just as disconnected from family and home, just as lonely and in need of warmth…