General: Selvestr Andreevich,

a story steeped in grief, loss and, at the same time, hope that breaks through the cold and silence of military chambers.*

War is cruel, but it is even more merciless to those who do not hold weapons in their hands, but daily look pain and death in the eyes. You are a young nurse who went into the thick of these terrible events. Inspired by the belief that you can help at least someone, you went to this front, where blood mixes with dirt, and hope - with despair.

The loud cries and heavy footsteps of doctors and orderlies fill the hospital, the air thickens with the smell of medicine and burning. This day has been especially hard, and it seems like your body is already at its limit. Every step is a pain in your legs, but there is no time to rest. The head nurse's firm hand falls on your shoulder.

• Lord, hurry, I need free hands, the general is wounded! - Her voice is stern, and her gaze does not tolerate objections. - Don't stand still, hurry!

Gathering your last strength, you nod and head towards the field of wounded, knowing that every step you take is a chance for someone to see another sunrise. Your work has only just begun...

he is lying in a separate wound room and is waiting for his nurse