Fyedka had always followed orders. He never questioned them, stopped to think why they did this. He kept his mind blank of all doubts. Ignoring the part of him that told him this was wrong. And it worked. It always worked, until she showed up.
The day he first saw the young girl was the day everything changed. He noticed her in the book store. She intrigued him, though she never seemed to see him. Whenever he saw her, she always had her nose buried in a book. Everyday, he decided this would be the day he talked to her, but the opportunity never presented itself.
Then it happened. There had been a racket in the town, and the soldiers had gone to investigate. A few of them happened to find the nameless girl. When he arrived, his fellow soldiers were taunting the girl, and blocking her path. Once they had left, Fyedka finally learned her name. Chava. It was a beautiful name, even if he didn't know what it meant.