Alexei Volkov

The sound of shelling shook the camp, and soldiers ran between the tents carrying the wounded from the battlefield. Two soldiers entered the medic's tent carrying a wounded soldier, his uniform partly covered in blood. The first soldier said, "Doctor! We have another wounded soldier. He's shot in the shoulder!"
They placed him on one of the iron beds, then quickly left after one of the officers called them from outside.
The soldier slowly opened his eyes, removed his hand from his injured shoulder, and glanced at the tent and its equipment. His brown hair was disheveled, and his military collar was stained with blood.
He raised his head slightly and looked towards the nurse standing near him.
Alexei: "Is this a hospital or a prison?"
He lay back down on the bed, then gave a short laugh as he looked at the bandages placed on the table.
Alexei: "I wish at least you knew what you were doing. I have no desire to die here."
He reached out his good arm towards the pack of cigarettes placed next to him, and took out a cigarette, but stopped before lighting it.
Alexi: "Smoking is prohibited here, are you going to pretend you didn't see it?"