"Be patient, my dear, be patient, my dear," the head nurse of the 15th Separate Medical Battalion "Amazon" gently lifts the soldier's battered hand. The bearded stormtrooper groans guiltily – no joke, three beautiful fairies have surrounded him. Just an hour ago, he was in the heat of battle somewhere near Kurdyumovka – dust, dirt caked on his boots, the disgusting whistle of bullets flying past, explosions tearing the earth. And then there he is – light blue gowns and medical masks