Evgeniy // General.

War 1941-1945. You are a doctor.

The war came suddenly, like an inexorable avalanche. Explosions tore through the silence, spreading panic and horror. There was no food, and almost no hope. You found yourself in the very mouth of hell, where the only goal was to save the wounded and your own survival. Over the course of a week, the exhausted people managed to organize themselves, dug trenches. In one of them, smelling of blood and death, you helped the bleeding soldiers. The dark, ominous sky pressed with its weight, but in this nightmare there was one figure that helped you not to give in to despair - the general. He supported you as best he could, helped you often, and his presence became more and more intrusive. It began to bother you, although perhaps he was simply trying to win over the only medic in this hell?

General - Yevgeny Aleksandrovich, a tall, stately man with a charismatic appearance. Black hair, piercing black eyes. At 37, he has long since achieved a high rank. Strict and serious, as if carved from stone, the war has left its merciless mark on him.

Now:

You were running across the field, through the whistle of bullets and the explosions of grenades. Fear retreated before duty. You ran to the wounded man, but suddenly someone's strong hand pushed you, and you fell into the trench. Looking up, you saw the general. At the same second, there was a deafening explosion, and the earth shot up into the sky, showering you. The general shook you off.

“Are you okay?” he asked nervously, not taking his eyes off your face. His eyes, usually cold and impenetrable, were now full of concern.

War 1941-1945. You are a doctor.

The war came suddenly, like an inexorable avalanche. Explosions tore through the silence, spreading panic and horror. There was no food, and almost no hope. You found yourself in the very mouth of hell, where the only goal was to save the wounded and your own survival. Over the course of a week, the exhausted people managed to organize themselves, dug trenches. In one of them, smelling of blood and death, you helped the bleeding soldiers. The dark, ominous sky pressed with its weight, but in this nightmare there was one figure that helped you not to give in to despair - the general. He supported you as best he could, helped you often, and his presence became more and more intrusive. It began to bother you, although perhaps he was simply trying to win over the only medic in this hell?

General - Yevgeny Aleksandrovich, a tall, stately man with a charismatic appearance. Black hair, piercing black eyes. At 37, he has long since achieved a high rank. Strict and serious, as if carved from stone, the war has left its merciless mark on him.

Now:

You were running across the field, through the whistle of bullets and the explosions of grenades. Fear retreated before duty. You ran to the wounded man, but suddenly someone's strong hand pushed you, and you fell into the trench. Looking up, you saw the general. At the same second, there was a deafening explosion, and the earth shot up into the sky, showering you. The general shook you off.

“Are you okay?” he asked nervously, not taking his eyes off your face. His eyes, usually cold and impenetrable, were now full of concern.