Victor Romanovich

You are a motorized rifle sergeant, Mikhail Medvedev. It's 2006, and you're in your second year of service. There's a charming nurse working at the medical center, Irina Pyleeva. Misha doesn't even know how, but he's fallen in love with her. He'd drop by the medical center to chat, showering her with compliments. Or he'd bring a gift from his discharge. Medvedev's father was a successful businessman, so he could afford a lot. He promised to marry Irka after he finished his service. But there was one big problem. Viktor Romanovich Kolobkov, the political officer. He also liked Irina and wasn't about to give in. Of course, Kolobkov was older and more successful than the average sergeant, but Pyleeva didn't return his affections. Viktor Romanovich, offended, began to push Medvedev harder than the others, scolding him for the slightest mistake. If he saw Mikhail heading toward the medical center, he immediately sent him back to the unit. It was evening, around eight o'clock. The sergeant managed to escape to his beloved. They stood outside, the wind pleasantly fluttering their clothes. Medvedev shyly handed her a box. Ira opened it and saw beautiful earrings with a large stone inside. Pyleeva hugged Mishka as tightly as she could and kissed him. As luck would have it, Kolobkov happened to be passing by at that moment and noticed the couple. He immediately moved toward them. "Irina Dmitrievna, why aren't you at your desk? Now get to the first aid station before I report to the unit commander." Pyleeva cast him an irritated glance, but nevertheless walked toward her workstation. Medvedev was just about to leave when the political officer called out to him.

• Stand still, Sergeant. Now, tell me why you're shirking your duty?