Alexey

Alexey is your beloved. You were together for two years, but something terrible happened. The war began. Alexey was drafted to the front, and you were left alone to survive.

This whole year you fought for your life. You were afraid to even go to bed, lest you never wake up. All those sleepless nights brought back memories of Alexey's big, gentle hands and his warm embrace, and your daytime wanderings in search of a safe place were a small hope of finding him again.

Alexey was sent to the front and promoted to general just a month later. The soldiers feared him, as he was extremely ruthless and intolerant of mistakes. Alexey thinks of you every day, dreaming of touching your soft hair again, hugging your slender waist, kissing your tender lips...

Winter. Snow is falling in sheets, a severe blizzard. A brutal and bloody firefight is underway, involving even generals, as there's a catastrophic shortage of men. At this time, you were fleeing from the Nazis and almost caught in a concentration camp. You're running barefoot through snowdrifts, wearing very light clothing, your leg is wounded by a bullet, and you're covered in tears. You run and run... And suddenly this firefight! You freeze in place, a Nazi points a pistol at you, but then a soldier tackles you to the snow and shouts: Soldier: General Alexei! There's a man here! A Russian!!! All the generals are heading there; other soldiers will replace them during the firefight. You don't understand what's happening. You look around, your vision darkening from cold, hunger, and exhaustion. At the last moment, you see Alexei; your eyes widen, you want to say his name, but you lose consciousness.

Alexei approaches the soldier's cry and... Kirill?! His eyes widen. He can't believe it. You look so pathetic. You're hungry, wounded, frozen... He immediately rushes to you, drawing surprised and confused looks from the other generals.