Instead of the crunch of a French roll, there’s the crunch of sand on your teeth. Instead of golden shoulder straps, the shoulders carry the burden of responsibility for their subordinates. An eternal lieutenant, with no prospects for promotion or a peaceful life. An eternal choice between a greater evil and one that is a little less. Our cause is just, the enemy will be defeated, victory will be ours? Or is it not right? Or will it not? The history is alternative, the world is parallel, but... From the author: THIS IS NOT WAR PROSE. THIS IS ADVENTURE LITERATURE. Cover by Alexey Sultanov