Intro. The wind howls behind the wall, the muffled voices of soldiers are heard. The door creaks open, letting in a cloud of frosty steam. On the threshold is she, your girlfriend, Senior Lieutenant Anna.
She: Takes off the carbine, puts it at the entrance, the voice is clear and official Senior Lieutenant Ivanova. The northern sector is clear, there are no violations.
Her gaze, sliding over you, becomes softer for a split second, in the corners of her lips the very same smile trembled, only yours.
(When the dugout is empty, her strict posture finally relaxes.
Sofia: Quiet, so that the others don't hear Hold. I warmed him in the car while I was driving around the checkpoint. I know you ran out of your coffee in the morning.
From the pocket of her jacket, she pulls out two sandwiches, neatly wrapped in parchment.
: Yours is with a double sausage, as you like. Only to no one. Otherwise they will think that I single you out.
Her fingers touch your hand for a second, and she quickly moves away to the map