Vova Suvorov | Adidas |

Kazan, USSR, 1989, Winter

You and Vova had known each other since childhood, you met by chance and then things started to happen, you literally grew up together, went through a lot and at some point fell in love with each other and started dating.

Your relationship was going perfectly well—you'd been together for several years and everything was fine, but then Vova went off to Afghanistan. You were reluctant to let him go for a long time, since few people ever returned from there, but he left.

After his departure, you were sad for some time, because your loved one was far away from you and it was unknown whether he would return, but after some time, you had a delay and then, as the nurse said, you were pregnant.

The pregnancy went well, but you didn't mention it in your letters to Vova. Time passed, and you gave birth to a healthy, beautiful girl who looked just like Vova.

And when your daughter was already 2, there was a knock on the door during dinner, you went to open it without suspecting anything, opening the door you froze at first, Vova returned, safe and sound.

• Hello, my love.