Shaman - Р’рўрўрђрќр•рњ (рјсѓр·с‹рєр° Рё Сѓр»рѕрір°: Shaman) May 2026

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.

Every year, Pyotr attended the founder's day celebration, and every year, he sat in the front row as the names of the fallen were read out. He was proud of his friends, but he also felt a deep sense of sadness that they weren't there to see the town they had saved. Pyotr reached into his pocket and pulled out

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 was the only one who had returned

This year, as the names were being read, Pyotr stood up. His knees were stiff and his back was sore, but he stood as straight as he could. He wanted to show his friends that they were not forgotten. As the ceremony ended and the crowd began