...Kirill, with great pleasure, again replayed the twists and turns of the plot in his memory. But most of all he remembered how he had a delightful feeling of complete control over the surrounding reality. As soon as he thought that behind that hill with a scattering of large menhir stones closer to the top there must definitely be an enemy hiding, enemies immediately emerged from behind the cover: fetid zombies with long claws or ominously rattling skeletons swinging two-handed rusty swords. And the faithful Virta either fights side by side with him with a short spear, or covers him from a long distance with a bow and crossbow. Everything was as he wished: plastic space, changeable time and the nonlinear course of plot events were under his control. But, sad as it may be, we always have to return to the world of static space and materialized time. Everything here is not as it should be, and after immersing himself in role-playing virtuality, Kirill did not at all want to finish reading an extremely unconvincing fantasy novel. The plot is weak, and the overly drawn-out descriptions are beyond criticism. Kirill thoughtfully rummaged through his book bins and came to the conclusion: the time has come for combat science fiction with an emphasis on high-tech weapons. I'm coming at you with a blaster and a plasma gun!