...Gleb felt sick. My thoughts were confused. He again caught Nastya’s gaze, but read in it only the deepest, repulsive horror - she saw how he used Aspirian shunts. Something broke in his soul. A dry, clear thought came to me: “There is no turning back for me now. Good deeds never go unpunished.” It became bitter. Very bitter, insulting and lonely. “See you later…” he released her gaze, threw the “ARG-8” behind his back and, without looking back, walked along the ancient Logrian road, past the torn bodies of the Ashangs, a damaged bionic machine, towards loneliness, the unknown, fate...