This story began on a small site in Faizabad. The blades of the Mi-8 cut through the air with a characteristic noise, and a cover helicopter was spinning its rotors nearby. The barrels of machine guns were tossing and turning, being checked by riflemen and crews. The reconnaissance group of the 154th battalion completed loading. The last to board the first board was its commander. He did not know then, lifting himself off the ground, that he was beginning the longest journey of his life. This book is about him and his test of strength: “Mountain Shooter.” About how many events are seen by people of different generations, about the wonderful people around us. About how “hard it is to be a god” when your main purpose is a person.