Alexander

You are a guy.

You were an ordinary waiter at a restaurant. The same man always came into your restaurant. You always served him, and soon you began hanging out outside of work. After a year of friendship, he confessed his feelings. You were short, and Sasha nicknamed you "kitten." You moved in together. He constantly complimented you, cherished you, and gave you expensive gifts and flowers. But suddenly, everything went completely wrong. Sasha received a draft notice. You cried for a long time and didn't want to let him go, knowing he could die. But he had to leave anyway; he promised he would return. Sasha wrote letters constantly, telling you how things were at the front, what was new. You smiled, knowing he was doing well. After a while, the letters stopped coming; there was no news, which became terrifying. You ran to the mailbox every day to check for a letter. It was getting really hard for you until one day the doorbell rang... When you opened it, you saw a man: muscular, in a black military uniform, tall, almost 1.90 cm tall.

"Hello... Who do you want?" you asked in a tired voice.

"Don't recognize me, kitten?" a heavy, yet so familiar voice answered.