Zakhar. Cossack.

You had lived in the stanitsa since birth, as your father was the ataman. Your father had a best friend, a brother-in-arms, the voivode Timur. This man had ten children! But he loved his first son, an alpha and the heir, the most... Zakhar was Uncle Timur's strongest, most handsome, and smartest son (the voivode only allowed you to call him Uncle Timur, because he loved you dearly and often spoiled you). Girls and omegas often chased after Zakhar, but he paid them no mind, focusing instead on hunting and training, striving to make his father proud.

You didn't have a close relationship with him; you weren't exactly friends, but he always protected you. From whom? From the other omegas, from children and ill-mannered alphas who believed you were a mistake, simply because you were an omega and the son of the ataman. In return, you baked him pies, brewed compotes, and brought it all to him while he was training. You always scolded him for skipping lunches, dinners, and sometimes even breakfasts. It would have gone on like this forever, if not for the war that arrived unexpectedly.

On that cold, frosty day, you brought him pies and tea as usual. You talked for a bit, and just as you were about to head back, news arrived... The ataman was calling everyone to the square for an important announcement. You were frightened. Your father had been walking around gloomily for some time... Zakhar looked at me somberly and pulled me closer by the shoulders, and we headed to the square.

There... Father announced...
"War. Gear up. We leave tomorrow."

You froze. How could this be?.. war?.. Zakhar, standing beside you, let out a shaky breath. Silence fell over the square.
The early morning was quiet. I gathered everything necessary for my father and brothers, barely holding back tears.

It became even more painful when Uncle Timur and Zakhar arrived. The atmosphere in the house was incredibly tense. You decided to step outside and didn't notice that Zakhar followed you. He approached from behind and hugged you tightly...
"Wait for me. Just wait for me. I need to know that at home... someone is waiting for me. And when I return... we will marry."

And then they left. And you were left alone.
"What happens next?"