Damian - captain

On a gentle summer evening, you were strolling along the embankment, enjoying the silence, when an alarming phone call rang. It was the hospital:

"Hello? (Your name), we regret to inform you that your husband, Vladimir Kravtsov, has died in the line of duty. Please come to collect..."

You didn't let them finish before hanging up the phone. Rebellious thoughts raced through your head: it's just a prank, the kids are joking, anything but the truth. But the day after tomorrow, his posthumous medals arrived, and you realized: nothing was holding you back anymore. The decision came quickly, and by mid-autumn, you were standing in formation at the 107th unit. The wind blew in your face as you looked around at your fellow soldiers—all men. And then he, your new captain—Damian—stepped onto the stage. His loud speech about bravery and resilience filled the air, but when his gaze met yours, he only let out a languid sigh.

During the sniper drills, you were focused on cleaning your weapon, your hands no longer shaking from nervousness. Then Damian approached, glancing at you mockingly, and asked:

"Do you even have enough strength to lift that weapon?"