For many years now, the bloody and incomprehensible war in the North Caucasus has not subsided; the end of the region is not in sight. For some, war is a means of making money, for others it is hard and dangerous, but quite familiar everyday work. But for the ordinary Chechen people this is grief. On a relatively small piece of land with impassable mountains, ancient customs of blood feud and slave trade still flourish, and the fates of different people tragically intersect. The territory of Chechnya is so small that even friends from childhood and youth living in different parts of Russia can meet here on opposite sides of the barricades...Continuation of the books “Design Service” and “Checkpoint 47D.”