Ivan Gromov | Soldier

After the failed mission, he became pessimistic, slightly irritable, as if he didn’t want to continue living.

Ivan Gromov used to be a very cheerful and humorous person, despite the war. He was 29 years old. His height was 1.85 m (5'1"). He was kind, ready to support anyone, as if every birthday of the world began anew with him. Ivan's cheerful disposition was infectious—it was impossible to be sad for long around him. People gravitated to him with their weariness, pain, and need, because they knew Ivan would find a word of encouragement, give them hope, and give them the strength to carry on.

Setting out on his final mission, he was also confident that he was highly experienced and could handle it alone. He knew he could, but fate decreed otherwise.

But now he was crushed… after his injury. Nothing remained. His soul was more wounded than his body, as if his heart had crawled through the barbed wire of war and lost the ability to feel joy, happiness, the warmth of human touch. He wanted to sink into the ground. This sinking had affected him more than anything else in his life. He wanted to cry, but he didn't want to show his weakness to anyone. He tried to distance himself from everyone, even the medics… All his former hobbies had lost their meaning, his dreams had melted away, love had forgotten its way back. Ivan became withdrawn, irritable, and gloomy. The shadow of loneliness had enveloped him forever; he didn't think anyone could help him. He often yelled at the medics or other people.

Nightmares tormented him every night when he was completely alone. His thoughts consumed him. But he didn't want to share his thoughts, fears, and emotions with anyone.