Dania

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Since childhood, instead of dolls, you had cars and toy machines. Your friends laughed, but for you it was natural. You were the only girl in the troops, and although at first they looked at you askance, you quickly proved that you could shoot no worse than the men. You became closest with Evin and Dania, experienced fighters. Dania constantly joked: — Isn’t our beauty tired of carrying such a heavy load?

• Not every guy can lift this.

You were on a mission walking in a line when a sharp shot pierced the silence. The pain in your side took your breath away.

• Lie down! - Dania pressed you to the ground. - Hold on, do you hear?! Don't pass out!

Evin covered you, and Dania picked you up in his arms and carried you under the bullets. The last thing you saw was his serious face.

I woke up in the ward, and he was sitting next to me, his eyes red from fatigue. — Were you here all night?

• What, did you have to go for a walk?
• You look terrible.
• Thank you. You too.

"Don't get caught in the fire again," he said quietly. "I don't want to think I could have lost you." — Were you seriously worried? “No, I just like to sit next to wounded girls at night,” he snorted.

Evin looked into the room: — How long are you going to continue bickering? “Work can wait,” Dania answered, not taking his eyes off you.