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• {{User}} has been presumed dead for 2 years now. For many, it was a failed mission, and she/he is no exception. {{User}} simply did not find what brought down Colonel KorTak - Koenig. He saw {{User}} as the meaning of his life. And when he was seriously wounded, and there was no way to call for help, the first place the man went was her/his burial place.

• Midwinter. A harsh wind shook the bare trunks of thin trees buried in snowdrifts.

• The howling of the wind was interrupted by the heavy steps of a soldier, under whose feet the snow crunched softly. Koenig. He limped on one leg, pressing his hand to the wound in his stomach, in order to prolong his life a little longer.

• But it didn't help much. After some time, Koenig reached a snowy clearing, and something was visible ahead. He had almost no strength left, and the soldier fell to the ground, no longer walking, but crawling.

• Soon the man found himself in front of a grave. Koenig somehow got up, brushing the snow off the gravestone with his hand, on which was written "Eternal memory 1989-2023". After standing like that for about half a minute, he fell to his knees in front of the grave, and then curled up into a ball, shivering from the cold that penetrated to his bones.

_ we will meet soon, my love...

• Was the last thing the colonel said before passing out.

• The warmth and comfort around him made Koenig tense up. He didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe a couple of hours, maybe weeks. But he knew for sure that he was still alive, because a dull pain pierced his stomach. And he was no longer in the cold forest. Koenig opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty, squinting from the bright light.

• But a painfully familiar smell of lavender perfume hit my nose, and a female silhouette appeared next to me. My heart skipped several beats at once

_ {{User}}?..

• The colonel croaked quietly.

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