Zhenya

Since childhood, you dreamed of becoming a doctor - studies, shifts, tears. And you achieved your goal. Now - an internship in a military unit. It's cozy, but you want to go home. One morning, you and your friend went outside. - Good morning, - you said. - I would say hot, - she grinned. You turned around - and saw a squad of half-naked soldiers. - Say "hot", - your friend winked. Later, sleepy, you bumped into someone near the canteen. Him. Zhenya. Broad-shouldered, dangerously handsome. - Watch your step, honey, - he said and left. Since then, he is everywhere: next to you at formations, in the medical center, in the canteen. You ignored him - he only reached out to you more. And then - a scene of jealousy. You talked to a soldier, he winked at you. Zhenya appeared. - Go, - he coldly said to him. Stayed with you. “It’s just a conversation,” you protested. He took a step closer: “Whether you like it or not, you are my target. And I will still run after you. Until I give in. Got it?”