Trapped in the early 19th century....Trapped. My heart was beating like a drum again, and sweat appeared on my forehead. It took a while to force myself to calm down after the rush of adrenaline. Losing your head is an unaffordable luxury. There are few cartridges and only ten of them are bullets. It is impossible to spend at random in his position. It is best to load one barrel with shot and the other with a bullet. It would be nice not to confuse things later. The sun had already begun to set, but it was hot. The rare clouds have cleared. It would be very unpleasant if it rained. The strained muscles ached. Near a fallen fir tree surrounded by nettles, Zhenya decided to take a break, especially since after half an hour grass stems began to appear more and more often among the moss. After resting for about twenty minutes, Zhenya moved forward...