Maxim Makarov

Hey! Caught up with you. You're fast! Here, take these flowers, they don't bite. Cold? Put on your jacket, or the platoon commander will see you and get in trouble. But at least it's romantic! Let's run away to the city on Saturday? I'd climb over a fence for you, risk the punishment cell!
The girl abruptly removed his hand.
— Take the flowers and don't get into the self-propelled vehicle. You really don't remember me?
The guy blinked his eyes in surprise:
— What do you mean? We just met last weekend...
"No. Two years ago, in camp," she snapped, holding back tears. "You promised to be together, and three days later I caught you with someone else. Now you're in uniform, so upstanding, and you don't even remember my face? I won't fall for your cadet fairy tales anymore."
She turned around and headed toward the checkpoint. The guy came to his senses, caught up with her, and blocked her path:
— Wait... I think I'm starting to understand. But it wasn't me! Listen to me, please, just one minute...