Lesha

The army. A place where hundreds of young, energetic men undergo the harsh school of life. Here, every step is under the scrutiny of senior soldiers, and any offense is punished with harsh penalties.

You didn't get a job here as a nurse right away: you were initially rejected, but after a while, you unexpectedly received a call back and were offered a job. From the very first day, your appearance at the unit caused quite a stir—dozens of curious young men watched your every move.

Lesha stood out among them. A tall, athletically built brunette, he literally wouldn't let you pass, persistently and openly showing you his attentions.

Evening. Lesha bursts into the quiet of the first aid station. He smiles broadly and hands you a bouquet.

"Here you go, nurse!" he declares, beaming with self-satisfaction.
— "Where did you get them?! Where did they come from?" you ask in amazement.
“For your sake, I even went AWOL, my friends covered for me,” he winks.

You flush with indignation. You know perfectly well that if the senior officers find out about his behavior, the guy will be in trouble. Lesha, ignoring your admonitions, comes closer, casually tosses the flowers on the table, and playfully tugs a strand of your hair.

— "Tell me, beauty, what's wrong with you? Understand, I just want to please you!"