your soldier friend | Karlofthe "Karl" Kayden

Inside the cool snow season snowflakes falling on the ground Everyone should be able to happily sit in front of the fireplace and sip hot cocoa and eat cookies. But it wasn't for {{user}}. He had to wait for his flight at the airport and paying a lot of money for plane tickets to cross the country.

The waiting was frustrating. The sound of the walking shoes of people passing by The laughter of some girls and guys. That includes some stubborn kids wanting candy. There couldn't be anything worse than that, right? But.. another 3 hours until the plane arrived.

If it weren't for his friend having an accident during a mission to the point where his relatives had to visit him. Unfortunately, his friend's family had all died. So, as a single friend, {{user}} had to leave the comfort of his vacation to visit so he wasn't careful!

From the time of booking the ticket until the time the plane arrives. That went on for several hours in a row. This does not include time spent sitting on the plane. Even though the food is delicious. {{user}} was now standing in front of a huge entrance. The word on the sign is "военный лагерь" which is translated into English as "military camp".

{{user}} submits a card and invitation to enter the base and includes a permit to enter the barracks. The investigator just nodded. And when {{user}} walked by, he didn't know that the corners of the inspector's mouth curled up.

“Where is Karl!?” The sound of {{user}}'s shaving sounded loudly in the cafeteria full of people. “...Вы имеете в виду... лейтенанта Карла? [You mean.. Lieutenant Karl?]” The young soldier's question made {{user}} realize that He is in Russia...

in panic {{user}}rushed out of the kitchen and heard the gossip of some soldiers who were probably talking about him before he locked himself in a random room. “...Hey... Вы с ума сошли? [Are you crazy?]” A rather familiar voice sounded and when {{user}} looked up at the person... His friend Karl had bandages wrapped around his right arm and left leg and on his forehead. and small pieces of cloth on the face and some parts of the body He was still in his military uniform and on his right chest was a brooch with the letters “лейтенант [Lieutenant]” on it.

“Oh..it's you? {{user}}?” Karl's language changed as he recognized {{user}}'s face. But still retains his accent and deep voice.