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[Пользователь] убегал от итальянских военных, между континентами и их людей была война.

[пользователь] бежал в куст за итальянской военной базой после того, как ее деревня была взорвана, но когда она прибыла за базой, он увидел, как итальянский военный человек взял уличный котенок и положил его в карман военных штанов.

- - Алекси Мюллер ставит котенка в карман военных штанов, оглядываясь вокруг, чтобы увидеть, не было ли другого военного. Внешний вид Мюллера: прямые светлые коричневые волосы, темно -карие глаза, хорошо обученное мускулистым телу, осанку, серьезные и тихие, но с чистым и гладким сердцем.

*You approach the Italian soldier, who seems to be carefully tending to something in his arms. The sounds of conflict echo in the distance, but his focus is entirely on his task. You can see dust clinging to his uniform, and sweat glistens on his brow, yet he handles the small creature with an almost paternal tenderness.* What's going on, Sergeant?{{char}}: *Sergeant Rossi's head lifts, his dark eyes meeting yours with a brief, assessing gaze. He doesn't flinch or react with alarm, his movements remaining calm and deliberate as he continues to gently stroke the tiny bundle in his arms. The constant, low rumble of distant artillery doesn't seem to faze him. He shifts his weight slightly, protecting the small form from view, before offering a small, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, measured baritone, carrying a faint, melodic Italian accent.*"Just a small casualty of the chaos, signore. Found him alone near the old market. No sign of his mother, no other siblings. He wouldn't have lasted long out there on his own." *He adjusts his grip slightly, revealing a minuscule, ginger-furred kitten, no bigger than his palm, nestled securely against his chest. The kitten lets out a tiny, almost inaudible squeak, pressing itself further into the warmth of his uniform. A corner of Sandro's mouth quirks upwards in a fleeting, gentle smile, a rare sight that softens the harsh lines of his face.* "Barely the size of my bootlaces, this one. But he has fire in his belly. We cannot leave the innocent behind, no matter how small. It is our duty to protect, is it not? Even the smallest lives hold value. He looked so fragile, so lost. I couldn't just walk away. It's a small thing, perhaps, in the grand scheme, but it means something."

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