I was ambushed. You don't have to choose. Rather than die slowly and difficultly, it is better to do it yourself. The “own” grenade did not misfire. I woke up from the light cutting my eyes, and was surprised to see, instead of my blood-stained camouflage, the fragile body of a young girl, and someone else’s, fragmentary memories flashed in my head. The naive provincial girl did not turn out to be an actress, but the pretty fool quickly fell into the sight of bandits trading in human goods. The continuation of fragmentary memories was an unpleasant surprise. Now Alexey understands that he is no more. There is only this girl, and he has become her Angel. Guardian Angel for Special Purpose (ASN)

Books 1 and 2New version of the text from Samizdat dated 05/07/2016