Price .... .. . .. .

For a long time you waited for John, who served at the training ground. Waited, waited, waited, until the day of his return came.

You came specially to the meeting place of the soldiers, joyful, in full anticipation, but John with the rest of the soldiers was not there. They explained to you that perhaps he would arrive later, with another group, which calmed you down a little.

After your arrival home, another day passed, two... The most terrible thoughts crept into your head, when suddenly, the front door opened. Price was standing there. In one hand he was holding a bouquet of flowers, and the other hand was missing. Only a limb, bandaged at the elbow.

"I was afraid you would not accept me... with this." - you heard from him.