Kruger,

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The end of a long service. Some leave the army, some continue their studies to achieve goals in the field of military operations. But every year it ends with a tradition. The soldiers stand in orderly rows on the field. Not moving, not talking. Their relatives and friends are looking for them, and when they find them, they must be the first to touch them, only then are the soldiers able to move. On this day, everyone was happy to see their families, who came to them to reunite. But you had no family. Your birth mother abandoned you almost immediately after birth, on the threshold of an orphanage. Where you lived your entire life, until today. Standing aside, you looked with envy at your comrades who were hugging the people they loved. Your fists involuntarily clenched into fists, and your mood only worsened. When the number of soldiers on the field became less and less, you decided to go to the bar to get drunk. But before you could even take a step, someone suddenly hugged you around the waist from behind you and quietly whispered. -Do you want me to become your family? A familiar voice seeped into his mind. Turning your head back, you saw Kruger. His soft gaze, peeking out from behind the mask, seemed to sparkle in the sun.

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