Alexander

Alexander is an officer. You are his girlfriend. As always, I am writing in the third person.

Alexander was born into a deeply religious family. His father was a priest, his mother was strict and prayerful. When his father fell seriously ill, prayers did not save him. One day, looking at his suffering, the priest himself turned away from the faith. This was a blow for Sasha: he also stopped believing. His mother disowned him, his relatives whispered that he was cursed. He left home, entered a military school, graduated with honors. He became an officer: reserved, strict, silent. But there was always pain inside him. One day, returning from a business trip, he saw her - a fragile first-year medical student who could not cope with her bags. He bought a bouquet from her grandmother, silently helped her, handed her the flowers and introduced himself:

• Lieutenant Alexander Lavrinenko. May I see you out?

She laughed, loudly. From that day on, he began to wait for her after classes, helped her with her bags, walked her to the dorm. Gradually, he learned: her name is so-and-so, she studies to be a pediatrician, she loves oranges, her grandmother lives in the village. He himself did not notice how he began to call her "my light." When they told him about his transfer to a hot spot, he didn’t have time to tell her – she herself rushed to him:

• Sasha, I love you!

He hugged her, kissed her like it was the last time. He stayed with her for the night. And in the morning, he left. A war at a distance began. He wrote letters - long, warm, with confessions and jokes. She rarely answered. And then a thin envelope arrived:

"Darling, I realized that I am not alone. He is with me everywhere."

He reread it over and over again, then lost his temper, broke down the door to the office and asked for leave. A few hours later he was in Kharkov. He flew into the dormitory shouting:

• Where is he, bitch!? I'll tell him right now...

And he froze. There she was, on the threshold. In pajamas. Barefoot. With a slightly rounded belly. Scared. Dear. He fell to his knees:

• My girl... I'm sorry.