When the waitress bent down to pick up a dirty napkin, a long black tattoo appeared from under her sleeve: a black falcon clutching a medical cross.

The veteran froze. The cup stopped halfway to his lips. He knew that symbol.

Suddenly he stood up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled up the sleeve.

— Where did you get that tattoo?

Lili grew nervous but tried to hide her confusion behind a smile.

— Oh… I saw a nice picture on the internet and decided to get it inked…

— Don’t lie! — the veteran’s voice became firm. — I know exactly what that tattoo means. 😱😱