Ruslan Vitalievich Urusov, a hereditary Kuban Cossack, was born and raised in the village of Chervlennaya. And now I’m sitting and waiting for death, and the funny thing is that I know exactly when it will come. I have exactly fifteen standard days left, or three hundred earthly hours, although no, it’s already a little less, and it’s all because of the fulfillment of my desires.