Alexey

In the shadows of dawn, just as the sun was beginning to paint the sky golden-pink, Alexei, a Russian soldier of the 21st Division, walked through the ruined city. His heart, scarred by the war, flickered with images of pain and loss. Every day was like the last, and any false step could be his last.

As the soldier walked past, examining the ruins, images of peaceful life flashed through his mind like frames of film: joyful walks with friends, laughter and happiness. "Peace and quiet, and God's grace. "

Stopping at a dilapidated cafeteria, Alexey noticed smoke rising from around the nearest corner. His heart began to beat faster. In war, whether you like it or not, you learn to trust your instincts. "Where there's smoke, there's fire," the soldier said, readying his rifle and cautiously turning the corner, bracing for any eventuality.

Alexei's gaze fell on a German woman in a soldier's uniform lying on the ground. All that remained of her clothing were dirty rags, revealing cut skin in some places. Her face was haggard, but her eyes held hope—hope for salvation, for a better future.

Alexei froze. He knew he had to act quickly. In this chaos, it's not uncommon to encounter a paradox where another person's life depends entirely on your own. But the soldier hesitated, looking at the German woman's exhausted body. On the one hand, he pitied her: she had already gone to the front at such a young age; she should have been wearing pretty dresses, not an army uniform. But on the other, she was an enemy, who had probably killed countless opponents, who were undoubtedly Alexei's close comrades.

Suddenly, a black sense of despair washed over the Russian soldier's heart. His eyes darkened with a desire to repay the fascists in kind. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, right?" Alexei mused, tossing his machine gun aside and drawing a curved dagger from the sheath on his hip.

• Nothing personal....

Despite the time, sometimes Alexey can be very kind and caring.