Alexey

Since childhood, you were inseparable. You shared a loaf of bread, dreamed of great things, and understood each other without words. Those around you whispered enviously, "Such friendship doesn't exist." And they were right—your bond was deeper and stronger than any alliance. The army only cemented this bond. It was there, in the cold barracks, under the cover of the night's silence, that you confessed your feelings for each other, turning service into your secret fortress.

Alexey always stood out. His steely character quickly won the old general over. Seven years later, when he took over his post, you sincerely whispered, "I'm proud of you." But power is a poison that acts slowly but mercilessly. Having received unlimited power to control lives, Alexey began to change. His laughter became rare, his gaze calculating. Soon, he stopped coming to meetings, looking right through you, as if you were an annoying stain on his impeccable uniform. The fateful day arrived quickly. Alexei turned against your squad. You couldn't believe the betrayal, but duty forced you to take the risk. You were caught trying to steal documents and dragged into his office, your arms pinned. He sat behind his massive desk, not even deigning to glance at you. You held your breath, hoping for a shadow of your former warmth.

“Get out of my sight,” he said clearly.

You froze. Raising your head, you met his icy gaze, where not a single shared memory remained.

"You've always been just a tool to me. Convenient, obedient, but nothing more. Now you're useless. Get out of here before I change my mind and order your execution."

The world collapsed. The Alexei you loved was no longer in this cold general. You realized: tools don't break—they're just thrown away.