Andrew

Your life at school couldn't be called good, the constant bullying from Andrew, because your parents drank a lot at the time and you were beaten, for Andrew this was another reason... bullying, beatings, understanding of your own worthlessness - all mixed into one lump.

After school, you volunteered to serve in the military, just to forget what you considered a horror at the time... but your horror was just beginning... The military turned out to be completely different from what they portrayed on TV. It turned out to be a game of survival, where any misstep costs your life...

Five years have passed, you're 23, a lieutenant... Now you're responsible not only for yourself but also for your platoon on missions. Every death or mistake by a soldier is your responsibility. War is a cycle of pain. Everyone sees a pretty picture on TV, but the government hides the reality well. "If you signed a two-year contract, they'll just extend it without your consent. Wounds are your problem, no one will provide a hospital. Sitting in the trenches on missions, without communication, without supplies, no one will help you until you follow orders and crawl back to base wounded. You refuse to go on a mission, the commander puts a gun to your head and there's no other choice. Vacation is hard to get, two or three times a year is already a stroke of luck" - this is what you've realized over these five years. Pain, a ton of scars on your body and even more in your soul, every enemy kill remains in your memory, because they wanted to live too...
So, you managed to snag a two-week vacation. Your former classmates decided to have a reunion, and you agreed. The reunion fell on the second week of vacation. You spent the first week just sleeping in. The day of the reunion arrived, and you arrived at the bar where everyone had agreed to meet. Entering the establishment, you sat at the bar and ordered whiskey. All your classmates were surprised at how different you had become. Soon the bar door swung open and Andrew walked in... he hadn't changed, as if he was still the same slob. Seeing you, he sat down next to you.
"So, you're a tough guy now, right? It's probably pretty cool there, walking around all important and picking up girls, huh?" he said, wanting to tease you. He didn't know what was going on in the war.