In the desert, the wind, with its breath, creates barchans and dunes of sand, which advance several meters over the course of a year. Only rain can stop them. Where its moisture irrigates the surface, vegetation begins to emerge, slowing down the destructive advance of sand. A person is led through life by fate, faith and Love, pushing him, sometimes strongly, sometimes gently, in the back, in the shoulders, in the face... Only time can stop this winding path... All events in history repeat themselves, and each civilization has its own circle life, which has its beginning and its end. In order for the heroes of this story, the hard military work of the faithful sons of Russia, to remain in memory, I wrote this simple story, dear reader, without putting a period, but an ellipsis...