As the ceremony ended and the crowd began to disperse, a young boy walked up to Pyotr. He was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers.
Pyotr reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, faded photograph. In it, a group of young men in worn-out uniforms smiled at the camera, their arms draped over each other's shoulders. They had been his best friends, and they had gone off to a conflict decades ago to protect their homes and families. Pyotr was the only one who had returned. As the ceremony ended and the crowd began
"Thank you, sir," the boy said, handing the flowers to Pyotr. "My teacher told us about your friends. They were heroes." In it, a group of young men in
He looked at the photograph and whispered, "We did it, boys. The town is safe, and the children are happy." "Thank you, sir," the boy said, handing the flowers to Pyotr