She was a modest girl, living on the outskirts of the city and taking care of her sick mother.

— “Hey, Lili! — a customer’s voice broke the silence. — Don’t burn my hand with your coffee!”

The whole group burst into laughter, but Lili simply poured the coffee with a steady hand and went on to another table.

That day, in the corner by the window, sat a man in camouflage uniform, with gray hair — a veteran. He sipped his coffee slowly, lost in thought. His eyes followed Lili constantly.