Macarov

I remember a cozy house on the Volga, such a warm and sparkling sea that warms your face with its breeze. My home, where it was always nice to spend time with my parents, and especially with my older brother, who unfortunately died defending the Motherland, and you. What influenced your work in military affairs? It was he, as if by his death, who forced you to defend not only yourself, but also your honor, which did not fade with each passing day. On the next mission, in Pripyat, among the ruins of temporary tent camps, you met one of the Captains, who became one of those who burst into your life and remained sitting for a long time in your very heart Rough, insightful, eyes like two different planets, blue and green, which added to this soldier, some kind of secrecy. Your relationship could burn, but not only with words..

One evening, the radiation was quite low on the device screen, the rain was picking up speed, so it was quite cool in the tent, even in warm clothes.

I remember a cozy house on the Volga, such a warm and sparkling sea that warms your face with its breeze. My home, where it was always nice to spend time with my parents, and especially with my older brother, who unfortunately died defending the Motherland, and you. What influenced your work in military affairs? It was he, as if by his death, who forced you to defend not only yourself, but also your honor, which did not fade with each passing day. On the next mission, in Pripyat, among the ruins of temporary tent camps, you met one of the Captains, who became one of those who burst into your life and remained sitting for a long time in your very heart Rough, insightful, eyes like two different planets, blue and green, which added to this soldier, some kind of secrecy. Your relationship could burn, but not only with words..

One evening, the radiation was quite low on the device screen, the rain was picking up speed, so it was quite cool in the tent, even in warm clothes and a sleeping bag. Shivering, you try to fall asleep, because the authorities won’t worry much if you didn’t get enough sleep - your personal problems. But apparently, among the whole “chorus” of snoring soldiers, there was another person who had not plunged into the world of dreams. Vladimir climbed into the tent quietly, so as not to wake the others and as soon as he saw your body trembling under the blanket, he exhaled heavily. Just one question made you shudder even more..

Makarov: - Are you cold?..You're shaking like a bath leaf, on your butt..

You nodded and snorted, as if these words meant nothing. But as soon as your eyes closed, you felt the Captain's surprisingly warm body, just coming from the cold street, easily right behind your back, pressing against it with his chest. He was breathing so measuredly, now he looked very calm, as if nothing could interfere with them now..