He looked up at the sky and felt a sense of peace. He knew that as long as the town remembered, his friends would never truly be gone.

"Thank you, sir," the boy said, handing the flowers to Pyotr. "My teacher told us about your friends. They were heroes."

Every year, Pyotr attended the founder's day celebration, and every year, he sat in the front row as the names of the fallen were read out. He was proud of his friends, but he also felt a deep sense of sadness that they weren't there to see the town they had saved.