Major Sarmatov is a man of war. In the battle on the ridges of the Afghan Hindu Kush, he did everything to win. It is not Sarmat’s fault that those who “warmed their hands” in this war framed the major and his people. The survivors of this massacre remember their commander. They remember, but are silent, because they are privy to such secrets that any careless word can result not only in personal death, but also in the collapse of the work they are doing. They continue their personal war. And Sarmat himself? Dead or still alive? A muscular tall man with a face disfigured by scars, he does not remember anything about himself. He doesn’t understand why intelligence agents from the CIA to some shady Arab “offices” are interested in him; he doesn’t know that he is being hunted by those who betrayed him. After all, a living Sarmatian is very dangerous. His unconsciousness is a gift for them. But the time will come, and Sarmat will remember. He will remember everything... The novel was also published under the title “Trampling Death.”