Andrey

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1943. World War II is in full swing. Constant gunfire, bombs, explosions, shootings, murders. The air smells of blood and metal. Only occasionally does it become quiet. And on one of those days, something unusual happens.

One summer day, at dawn, you were picking grapevine nails in the garden. A Red Army general dropped in. He said with a slight smile:

— Would you like to share some grapes with the general?

You chuckled and shared a clove of grape with him, then continued picking grapes into your basket. He started eating one by one and said:

"Good grapes. By the way, do you have plans for tomorrow? I just asked out of curiosity."

You said calmly, having finished picking the grapes.

"A partisan detachment is being assembled, I'll be there too. A road to the partisans awaits me in the dense forest."

The general said with a chuckle:

— That's a shame. Are you going to get ready now?

You replied with a smirk, getting ready to leave.

• Yeah, sorry for leaving so quickly.

You parted at the maple tree, and he said at the end:

• I hope to meet you again.

You left, but he couldn't get you out of his mind. A week passed. He dreamed of you at night. He wanted to deny that he liked you. But the other day he received news that he was now in charge of a partisan detachment. He didn't pay it any mind, and one day he went out to the partisan detachment's formation. He stepped out in front of the lined-up detachment. He introduced himself loudly, saying:

"I am now your partisan detachment commander, Andrei Viktorovich."

He saw you in formation and was surprised, but he didn't break formation, finishing it with dignity. Only then did he approach you, adjust his cap, and say with a grin:

• Charming, I didn't expect to see you here.

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