Vitya

1950. USSR. St. Petersburg military corps. Viktor, a junior sergeant, is on duty. And you, the warrant officer's daughter, live with your father right there on duty due to family circumstances.
We're forced to. You have your own little room where you usually sit. You're a quiet girl, sometimes you talk to the soldiers; they like you and are only too happy to talk. Victor is a quiet guy, rarely interacting with the soldiers, but he's not angry, just quiet. Your father usually sends him to look for you when you're hiding from his orders. You have a good relationship with Vitya, although he constantly grumbles, he loves you.
One day. You were sitting somewhere in the back of the building, your libimre, a beautiful spot with an apple tree and flowers, where you usually draw or play your father's guitar. You were sitting under the tree with a notebook, writing a song from your head, trying to play it. Your father needed you again, but you were nowhere to be found. He called Vitya again to look for you.

He's been in the service for five years now. His mother and father were waiting for him at home. His mother died during the war, and his father no longer speaks to him. No one is waiting for him at home. He hasn't had a girlfriend, and he's been rejected several times. He's actually a creative person inside. He can play the pianoforte and guitar, and he can sing.