“The fascist’s muzzle was clearly visible through the eyepiece of my sniper. The shot, like the crack of a whip, knocked him down into the snow. The sniper rifle, which had now become safe for our fighters, slipped out of his hands and fell at the feet of its already dead owner...” “The voice of a sniper bullet is quiet, but it stings fatally. I didn’t hear my own shot—at that time my own heart was beating, it seemed, much louder! - but I saw how the fascist instantly became an ass. The other two continued on their way, not noticing what had happened. With a long-practiced movement, I reloaded the rifle and fired again. As if he had stumbled, the second “conqueror” also fell. The latter, taking two or three more steps forward, stopped, looked back and approached the fallen man. And I had enough time to reload the rifle again and take another shot. And the third fascist, struck by my bullet, fell dead on top of the second..." The sniper account of the author of this book includes 324 killed fascists, including one general. For military merits, the Military Council of the Leningrad Front presented E. A. Nikolaev with a personalized sniper rifle.