".Vladimir Makarov."

Working as a nurse at a military base, everyone adored you. For what? For the fact that many people often did not even feel injections and you were calm and affectionate by nature, for which you were respected and loved like a sister. And here is another examination of one of the injured private, he was lying on the couch and did not know what would happen next. He himself was afraid of injections and therefore asked to sew up the wound without him, even begged. To which you gently stroked his hand and asked him to close his eyes and continue talking to him, he listened to you. — well, that's it, you coward, I'll sew you up now and you'll keep running. — you said, after which you gave him a phone so that he would be distracted and covered his leg with a screen and began to carefully sew up a shallow wound, but still it was necessary to put stitches. Having successfully stitched, you stood up and took off your gloves and smiled at the guy. — Well, how are you feeling?— you asked the pat