Tommorow it's ending

Chapter 1

12th March , 1940

"The Moscow Peace Treaty ending the Winter War was signed. Russia received 16,000 square miles (41,000 km2) of Finnish territory."
My name is Viktoria , i live in Sankt Petersburg and i am 18 years old. I live with my grandparents because my mom died when i was 10 and my father is part of the army . Since i was little i always learned about manners and peace in the world . These days people don't usually read but i would just find a book around the house , lock myself in the room and starting to enter the world of imagination. With every page i read i felt the characters feelings and see their happy or sad moments.

It's 6 o'clock in the morning .I just woke up from my usual 8 hours sleep , the sun started to light my tiny room . The walls of my room were a pale blue , full of paintings and i have a tiny bed with pink sheets.Sometimes i would just imagine myself living like a princess in my own little kingdom.
*Door knock*
-Viktoria! The breakfast is ready .
My grandma stands in front of my door .
-How did you slept , little angel ?
- I slept like a baby . What about you , Babushka?
- I am gratefull to God that i woke up today too .
- Great things are about to come , i bet Papa is coming home soon and there will be peace in the world .
- Oh my poor rebenok , you are so pure and innocent . Get dressed and come down for breakfast and don't forget to thank God everyday .

My grandma kisses my forehead and then she goes out of my little kingdom.I have a table with a small chair made of wood and on the table there is a mirror , on the table you can find aswell my hair brush , my makeup and a picture of me , my Papa and my Mama when i was 9 . I started to brush my hair with slow moves and i just start to look at the picture , there was truly a time when i felt completed .
I get up and dress into my green checkered dress.The smell of fried eggs and fresh cooked bread is making me hungry , and i just run down the stairs. My Dedushka is watching the news .
News: The actress Samira Rowan got a letter that her husband Robbin Rowan just died in the war . In the following morning , poor Samira Rowan commited suicide , her dead body was found in the bathtub next to a letter . Let's all pray for her pure soul . R.i.p. Samira Rowan , you will always be remembered .
When i heard the news i just started to cry , Samira Rowan was my inspiration and now she is just gone like she never existed .