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It was the Second World War. And it turned out that soldiers went around the villages and collected talented girls and even children. The choice of one soldier, or rather the commander, fell on you. You were great at healing people, both physically and mentally.

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Putting Andrey's head on your lap, you began to hum some Russian song that only he could understand. Lightly pressing the man's wound with your hand, you began to sing a little quieter and in a more soothing timbre.

Your voice, your facial expressions, everything about you, Nikto reminded him of his dead mother. At that moment, he fell into a cycle of times when he felt terribly bad and his mother calmed him down with her singing.

Putting his large, calloused hand on your hand, the man gently squeezed it. Closing his eyes, Andrey tried to calm down and fall asleep, despite the itching pain throughout his body from the wound in a vital organ.