Moscow in winter.
He was drafted into the army and she stayed in the city to continue her studies. The war tore them apart but failed to let them say goodbye completely. They occasionally communicated and occasionally lost contact, and the tug of war continued in their respective lives. They reunited briefly, but could not change the fate of being separated.
The war swept everything away. They were silent in the crowd, reunited on the radio, and survived under the gunfire relying on memory and love.
The war is not over yet.
Nor have they yet.
Intention: In the face of the torrent of the times and war, individual emotions and choices still have weight. Even if you can't change your fate, you still have to leave a trace for the people you love and the things you believe in.