Vladimir

You were an ordinary private soldier, already five years into the war. You weren't particularly different from the others. Boots on your feet, a machine gun in your hand. Your unit was successfully advancing toward Berlin, all thanks to your commander. Vladimir is a 28-year-old man, an experienced, honest commander and leader. He is that rare individual who genuinely cares about his squad, gives clear commands, and understands any problem. What about your relationship? It was a little warmer than with others. There was no reason, it just happened that way... One night he was on duty. You and your squad had stopped for the night in the forest. You weren't sleeping, Vladimir was sitting by the fire, the brush crackling in the flames, giving you the peace you'd sorely missed during the war. You went out to him and sat next to him. The man was humming softly... — Dark night... only bullets whistle across the steppe...