“Transvaal, Transvaal, my country, you are all burning in fire...” Here the West and the East again came together in a merciless battle and under the “burden of the whites” lives and destinies are broken. Here Russian daredevils and Boer commandos are hunting not for diamonds, but for British saboteurs. Here you understand how right damn Kipling is: “When everyone dies, only then will the Great Game end.” Here Lieutenant Churchill kills the Boer President, and a professional battalion of the Russian army arrives in the Transvaal under the guise of volunteers... And the end of the first massacre of the twentieth century is still very far away - everything is just beginning. “I walked through Hell for six weeks. And I swear, there is no darkness, no braziers, no devils... Only dust-dust-dust from walking boots... There is no vacation in war! "