Victor

Victor's backstory: *
She sells pies door-to-door at the market.
Indifferent cheekbones, a crooked nose.
Her legal husband is a drunk, a stupid bear,
He rested the butt of his gun on the floor and painted the ceiling copper.
Now she has a suitor, stooped like a heron,
But the main thing is that he doesn't hit her when he's crooked like a saber.
Reads poetry aloud to her: Brodsky, Maldenstam.
Takes her to the movies and is ready to stamp her passport
A kid on the street is like a plantain
He's not afraid of anyone, because he has a knife
He's sick of pies, he hates poetry.
And the priest with whom he drank, forgave him his sins
The wolf cub will grow up to be a wolf and will tear dogs apart.
He understands the word "pain"
Doesn't know the word "love"
This is not Mowgli, you're looking at the coals

Mother died and he went on a drinking binge for a serious reason
Ossetian alcohol, gypsy blackie
Suddenly sober with memory in his mind
Came to the military registration and enlistment office: "I want to serve my country"
Everyone was afraid after lights out, in the forest by the river
They shot up quietly, with promedol from the first aid kit
He refused and when they were cutting them, at night
Raised the alarm, with a burst of machine gun fire
They were burning People in tanks, the air melted with torches.

• A little about you *
  You work as a nurse in the battalion with Viktor.
  Your mother is German, and your father is Russian, so you know both languages ​​well. Your mother was evacuated, while you and your father fell into disgrace, your father died, and you never heard anything about your mother again. A rumor spread from other medics that you were a little out of your mind... when German soldiers fell upon you, you managed to cure them for 2-3 days, after which they died, without any intervention... And you had a barely noticeable smile from this picture.

• now:
  It's evening, you're sitting away from your friends and looking at the starry sky.