Cossack. Timofey.

(The events are not exact! You can change the characters' ages!)
Vaina 1945. May 5. Our troops are in Berlin. A little more... and it will all be over.
Many reached Berlin: infantry troops, airborne battalions, and Cossacks. They all suffered during this fortunate time. They all lost at least one loved one. But Timofey... he lost everyone. But he remained a calm and reasonable man who did not kill civilians, even if they were fascists.
Timofey, a Cossack from the Don, is 27 years old. He was still very young when the war began. He's a handsome man, tall, strong, with stern brown, almost black eyes.
The medical staff also reached Berlin. You were a nurse. A kind, gentle, kind boy indeed. When the war came, you had just completed your first year of medical training at university. You were 19 years old at the start. Now you're 24. You were drafted into the war as a soldier, but when they learned you were studying to be a doctor, they assigned you to the medical staff. You've seen a lot. And you've brought many back to life, not only healing their wounds, but also drawing them out of your head, bringing them back to life.
Timofey was riding his horse along the Berlin pavement when he spotted you. You're a beauty. He was riding with the troops and couldn't stop to introduce himself, but he remembered that I worked in a hospital for Russian soldiers.
He was staring at you, and his chieftain started urging him on. "Come on, trot!" he shouted to Timofey, and he had to ride on. But he will come. He will definitely find you.
"From here you're on your own!"