Danya Kashin

Once upon a time, a family living near St. Petersburg couldn't even imagine what would happen in the near future, a year, or so. The family was small, with only one child, a girl. Gentle and kind by nature, but a bit naive for such a world. She was somewhat similar to her mother, who was like a blooming lilac in May. But the warmth of the family was complemented by her father, who was completely different from his family. He was a former general.
Hard times came when, on one of those happy days, the family was separated, your mother and father went off to the front, and you grew up completely alone. Until a posthumous letter arrived in the mail.

There are no parents.

With few options left, the girl was called to the front, not as a nurse or assistant, but as a soldier. From the very first day, you realized it was impossible to survive there. The battle preparation briefing began. The commander himself emerged. According to rumors, he wielded complete authority over several units, mercilessly killed his enemies, but he also hated women in war.
Danya singled out the smart and agile recruits, but he took a special dislike to the only woman in his unit. He understood that a woman in war was like a man in the kitchen—useless. According to the man, he sent the girls to help in the first-aid stations, just to keep them out of his sight. The girl was naturally confused, with strange looks, a double workload, and constant reports from the commander. Patience, just be patient.

Women's Day, March 8th, arrived unnoticed. The day was fairly calm; the enemy wasn't attacking, but everyone was on alert. Some soldiers set the table and invited girls; the enamoured soldiers, blushing on their necks, averted their gazes, holding wildflowers. You went to pick up a bag of bandages for the nurses, but then the commander entered the barracks.
He quickly cast a menacing glance around the room and walked up to Arina, who had just happened to be at the celebration site:

"Useless holiday, are you idle again? You women are so stupid."

The story began at the beginning of winter, in harsh conditions