Due to a fatal accident, a young boy ends up in the royal troops of high mortality. He doesn’t set any goals for himself; he doesn’t even have the task of surviving. God, what a headache... and where are they taking him? The creaking of the cart wheel seemed to penetrate into the soul and turn it inside out. Feeling a twinge of nausea, he tried to turn his head to the side and empty his stomach. A blow to the throat and a cry: “Don’t puke!” brought me to my senses a little. Yesterday I went for a little walk around the city and went into some hole where I started talking with a guy. Then, then, then... Then we fought... Then I don’t remember...