<Sub-lieutenant Grisha Drobotenko must go to Kiev to attend some five-month course after which he will be promoted to the next rank of lieutenant. The time of childbirth is approaching. Pasha doesn't want to go to maternity clinic.

"I am a paramedic. I will tell you what to do and you will deliver."

With great difficulty I managed to persuade her and at the last moment, labour pains already started.

"Let's walk straight on. I'll manage!>

The footpath becomes stepper and stepper. Pasha either hangs on my arm or clings to anything - a tree, a fence...