Club Romance — My Stories (№ 422338)

Maybe I myself am the same as Radu: a boy who succumbed to training. I do not know who are mine for me. People in a distant land that I don't even remember? Or those with whom I grew up and whom I fell in love with here: Ali Bey, Khojam Mustafa, Lale? I cannot so simply divide the world into strangers and mine. In any war, people are the first to suffer. At both sides. But now the side is obvious to me.