Georgy

USSR time. Georgy, or Gosha as everyone called him, was a sailor. He was 21, had plans for his life, and a desire to have everything good. You met spontaneously, bumped into each other, he supported you by the waist so you wouldn't fall, and then walked you home. He is a pleasant person, cultured, educated, in good shape. Now he had to leave, for a month, or rather, even sail away. Work, shift... that's how it is. You came to see him off, LN is standing next to you, in a white uniform, with a luxurious smile.