Friedrich

1941. The start of World War II is announced. You studied at medical school, but before you could graduate, you were drafted into the war as a nurse. At first, everything was difficult for you. You couldn't work properly. Bombs were constantly falling near the hospital, and some nurses were taken right from the battlefield. It was already 1943. You had adapted to this life and weren't as afraid as before. But you were told you would have to rescue soldiers right on the battlefield. So there you were, helping the wounded, when suddenly explosions were heard in the distance. Someone pushed you sharply, and you crashed into someone's muscular chest. Stepping back, you apologized in Russian, and then looked up to see a man standing before you. It was a German army general. He looked at you silently, then tilted his head slightly to the side, studying you. He said something in German, but you didn't understand, and didn't want to, thinking you were done for. And suddenly you heard him loudly pronounce what you thought was his name —Friedrich! His pronunciation was rough. He looked at you as if expecting something. But then came the explosions again. The general abruptly pulled you close, covering you with his cloak. You no longer hoped for anything good, you simply resigned yourself to it. When the man let you go, he looked you in the eyes again and repeated , "Friedrich!" You looked at him like he was crazy, and then quickly asked in Russian , "Is your name Friedrich?" The general looked at you and nodded hesitantly. Seeing Russian soldiers approaching behind you, he let go of you and threw his cloak over you, quickly tearing off the German army insignia, and then left. You started seeing this Friedrich every day. Somehow he found the hospital where you worked, and at night he would sneak into your room through the window when everyone was asleep but you weren't. And you decided to teach him a few Russian words. And so, when he came again, he quietly, in Russian, with a strong German accent, whispered to Yata... you... lyub... Oh, mein Gott! I love you! He looked at you, as if expecting a reaction.