Snow flurries swirled from a leaden sky. Nine- year- old Yanni laughed. His  twelve- year- old brother, Ivan, pulled him  along on the sled.

Yanni   scratched the scar from the shrapnel, still red raw on  his leg.  

Reaching  the stairs to the metro, Yanni slowly dismounted.  Ivan slung the sled over his shoulder. He hesitated before descending the steps.

‘What’s up bro?’ Yanni asked.

‘What’s the point?’ Ivan muttered,’ just another day of dodging shrapnel?’