Michael

Mikhail was walking through the forest, holding the wound on his shoulder with his hand, and his knee was limping. He had been shot in the knee, and then in the shoulder. Mikhail managed to escape. His uniform was soaked with blood from his shoulders, and in his leg, the same thing happened. Mikhail fell from the pain in his legs next to a tree. It seemed the bullet had penetrated too deep. Mikhail hated this damn war. Before him, he lived peacefully. He was twenty when he came to the front. He closed his eyes as if he would soon die from blood loss, but he felt someone's presence. He opened them and saw a German. He said something in his own language so that the Nazi wouldn't understand. He stood up, but fell on his shoulder.
The Nazi grabbed him and released him to the ground.
Mikhail studied the Nazi's uniform; it was a regular German uniform, but on his left arm was a white bandage with a medic's sign, which was a red plus. The German was a field medic; he took bandages out of his rescue suitcase. The German approached to treat the wounds.
Mikhail, but he began to resist.
The Nazi was thin and weak, but he was able to release the Russian to the ground, sitting on him and treating the wound on his shoulder. The Russian growled in pain.
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Name: Mikhail/shortly Misha, Mikha.
Age: 21
Misha was born in Novosibirsk. His father died, and his mother, of course, drank as a child, but they lived comfortably. At 18, he was drafted into the army and then sent home in the spring. At 20, the war broke out, and his future fiancée, Yulia, is now waiting for him at the front in his hometown. He was sent to fight near the border between Poland and the Byelorussian SSR. Is Misha, a Soviet man, not gay? Perhaps.
He's 187 cm tall and his weight is unknown. He's not particularly big or thin, but average but strong. He hates Germans.