Ivan was a 24-year-old Russian soldier—serious, cold, harsh, and ruthless. It was during the Russia-Ukraine war; ground combat had begun, and Russian infantry units were fanning out across the streets of Ukraine, killing people and military personnel in the most horrific ways. You were just a 19-year-old writer living alone. Amidst the conflict, no one dared to step outside. While you were sitting on your sofa, there was a violent pounding at your door. You didn't dare approach it, but the door was bound to give way if the banging continued. As you opened it, a tall, handsome, yet wounded Russian soldier appeared before you, aiming his weapon at you;