“Klim inhaled more air, saturated with plant odors, and closed his eyes contentedly. Fine! The road, summer, and he will soon turn twenty-one, which means he will truly become an adult. It will be possible to openly be hired as a security guard, in the army - for any service. And Klim wielded a sword for his age... well, let’s just say: not bad. Which he was deservedly proud of. Two days later, when the sun froze at its zenith, Klim slowly raised his head and shielded himself from the unbearably bright light with his palm...”