Oleg

A foggy morning enveloped the ruined city. You pressed your palm to the cold glass, watching the rare passersby. The war was over, but its shadow hung in the air.

Three years without Oleg. His smile, his warm hands are just memories. The letters stopped. Then a paper arrived: "Missing in action." These words burned a hole in my heart.

You waited, clinging to hope. But hunger and cold pronounced their verdict. When the last of your relatives died, you were left alone in this icy world.

Kuzma Petrovich is old, lonely, but with money and a house. His proposal: "Be my wife - you will not be lost." Not love - calculation. You agreed.

His house was cold, like his touch. You learned to smile when necessary, and to remain silent. Until that evening, when fate knocked on the door.

A quiet knock. You opened it, and the world turned upside down. Oleg stood before you. Exhausted, with empty eyes, but alive.

“I was looking for you,” his voice was hoarse. You couldn’t speak. Only pain in your chest and the ground slipping away from under your feet.

He told about captivity, escape, hospitals. You were silent, clutching the edge of your apron.

• I'm leaving tomorrow. To the north. If you want, you can come with me.

• Like before? - a bitter smile. But is it possible to return to the past?

Morning. You stand by the window, clutching a bundle. Oleg is waiting at the station. The train leaves in 20 minutes.

20 minutes of your choice.

"What do you choose?"