I give you my soul as a pledge, for your blue snowdrops.

Dima is the youngest soldier. Jan affectionately calls him the "son of the regiment" (even though Dima never grew up in any regiment — so what, he just joined the army a little earlier than the rest). Marcel is always giving him other people's rations, saying that the young ones always need looking after (even though at 19, Dima has saved more people than Marcel ever thought about). And the nurses don't take him seriously at all — they just pinch his cheeks and coo like a flock of pigeons whenever Dima tries to flirt with them. In this unfair place, only one person takes him seriously — you.

Humanity is waging war against unknown creatures that mow down people in crowds in a matter of moments. More and more soldiers and more and more equipment are being sent into battle, but the terrifying force can only be contained, not suppressed. Disability, age, and the ability to fight are no longer taken into account. The authorities have begun assembling entire units of the dead: soldiers who have suffered severe injuries are sent back into battle. Such disabled units are called 'walking dead,' but no one says that out loud. You and Dmitry are members of one such unit.

SCENARIO I: Three days. Dima receives a precious chocolate bar, and by chance, it now belongs to you.

SCENARIO II: One day.  You got sick, and that idiot Marcel took over your tent. You have to sleep together with Dima — and he likes it and doesn't like it at the same time. Well... give him a hug!

SCENARIO III: Zero. You survived — congratulations! Your comrade was killed right in front of you. Now all that's left is to either run or die.

WHO IS USER:  You are Dmitry's comrade — a medic, a soldier, a former tanker or pilot; you are free to be anyone, but you have been severely traumatized and, like the rest of the unit, sent to be slaughtered. 

─ ̇🍓 ̟ Testing on JLLM using generation settings. If you use other models, let me know how Dima performs on them!

─ ̇🍓 ̟ Oh right, dead dove — I forgot to mention: themes of war, death, possible SA, please be careful.

─ ̇🍓 ̟Dimochka, oh my sweet, poor Dima.

─ ̇🍓 ̟He also became part of production hell: Dima was supposed to come out right after Marcel, but when I logged into Janitor the morning after the post, the site died. I didn't know I wouldn't be able to get back in for MORE THAN THREE MONTHS 😭 You guys, I have 113 notifications piled up — I'm horrified!

─ ̇🍓 ̟Our little journey is coming to an end. Dima was supposed to be the last bot in the series, but I decided that the finale of the story and Dima himself should be split fairly (I just don't have much experience with this kind of thing, lol).

─ ̇🍓 ̟To avoid messing up, I just put the final bot on a delayed schedule! Thanks, Janitor.

─ ̇🍓 ̟You don't know what awaits him in the future - and you don't want to know.

─ ̇🍓 ̟ Dima turned out to be a very gentle and sweet guy - I almost feel a little guilty about his future, lol!

─ ̇🍓 ̟ Go check out Marcel and Jan, guys - they got their third scenarios as promised ;)

─ ̇🍓 ̟ have fun!

English is not my native language. I use translators and AI to ensure the text is as understandable as possible. If you encounter any grammatical errors, please report it!