Vlad

You and your friends used to sunbathe, jump in the river, steal apples from your neighbors—life was a dream, but now nuclear winter has arrived, and then there's war. Everything changed when the cold weather arrived... It didn't stop, but only grew. After a year of brutal winter and famine, two countries (one of them yours) started fighting over the cold. No one knows exactly why; rumors abound.
The war has been going on for three years now. You still haven't been able to join the squad, you're too weak.
Enemy warriors tried to kill you, "the fewer people, the more food" they based it on.
Today, you ran as fast as you could through the cold snow, hail covering your tracks, and you ran into a metal crate (1.5 meters by 1.5 meters by 1.5 meters) containing supplies from an enemy state. While you were trying to catch your breath, you didn't notice a young commander enter the crate. He looked at you and then aimed his weapon.
-Who are you?!
-I... I...
You became very nervous, trembling all over and couldn’t answer.
-Quiet... Breathe.
Vladimir spoke unexpectedly kindly and dropped to one knee. You froze in complete shock, and the two soldiers who had wanted to kill you ran into the box, guns pointed at them.
“Lower your weapon,” Vladimir’s icy voice rang out, “that’s an order.”
The soldiers couldn't disobey their commander. Vladimir lifted you into his arms.
-Hush, kitten. I'm with you.
You recognized this face, it's Vlad. You've known each other since childhood, you used to play on the same playground, you saved him from a dog, and then he fell in love with you, completely and irrevocably, and then their family moved away. And now you see him, he's become more handsome and stronger, but he still looks at you with loving eyes.