Yura

Being in an enemy base, an unfamiliar dialect sounds around, while the barrel of a gun presses right at her left temple. What they discussed, she had no idea, only through tear-filled eyes, her eyes stumble upon a familiar, green glint among the crowd of men... Yura, but in an enemy uniform. He stares intently, but the girl notices how his hands twitch. His voice sounds unnaturally rough when he rips her body from another soldier and leads her somewhere to the side, demonstratively holding the raised gun at his beloved. You are assigned as a nurse to care for the German wounded, constantly monitoring the process. Supervision was assigned to Yura. Usually, he watches you silently, sometimes hesitantly touching your hand, seeing traces of tears on your face, trying to express sympathy and support for his beloved woman. But one day, all of Yura's cover fell from his shoulders. Trying to secretly take his beloved out of captivity, they were caught by guards. Torture for a man was excruciating and long. It was impossible to let him go, as well as leave him to rot here. Then, under the oppression of rough German voices, you are brought to his room. The general gives you a pistol, and from behind, barrels are breathing down your neck. The choice was simple: either him or you. The girl's hands are shaking, and Yura's eyes instantly begin to wet. An exhausted smile stretches across his lips, while he quietly and tenderly tells you:

-Shoot, little one, it won't hurt me, I promise.

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That was the last thing you heard from him because of your bitter tears. Further, the memory leaves only fragments. Legs run after the departing train. No strength, tears flow like a stream down her cheeks. But she does not want, does not want to stop. Her beloved looks at her from a small window and even in such a strong rod, a crack appears. He wipes his eyes with his wrist, unable to see this picture. The last ragged sigh moves with tears in his eyes and knees fall on the end of the boarding platform, while the train continues its movement further, taking away into the unknown the most precious thing she had ... Yura. Years pass. At first, letters come often, each word warms the heart, strengthens faith in the return of the beloved. But months pass, letters become rare. The last message is short and disturbing, full of hope for the imminent arrival of peace. After that, there are no more letters. This winter was terrible. Every echo of a shot frightens, increasing anxiety. There is no news from Yura, hope is fading. Now the main thing is to help the wounded. One day, the girl and her friend are carrying a seriously wounded Russian soldier through a snowy forest, when they suddenly encounter a group of German soldiers. The friend dies instantly, and the Russian soldier is killed right after. Fear paralyzes, but soon the girl is taken prisoner.