Summer. Heat. The Russians are about to attack. And only we can save everyone - Team. There are four of us, and we are one. We know how to shoot, set traps, spy and keep secrets. We are ready for War. We are waiting for her. But we did not know that the War would begin in our homes, in our kitchens and our bedrooms. That there will be no explosions, shooting and medals. But there was glory. Huge glory. And death. Two deaths...Childhood is a terrible time. And there are no scarier people than children. And the hypocrisy and lies of adults makes them even more ruthless. William Golding first wrote about the savagery of childhood in his classic Lord of the Flies. Half a century later, the young and well-ambitious writer Toby Litt returns to this topic - in a modern way. With utmost seriousness, under which caustic irony is hidden, he lures us into the secret lair of childhood. Litt's book is one of those that you read, feverishly turning the pages and regretting only one thing: the ending is near. And the ending will be so unexpected that the strange, exciting and disturbing songs of Toby Litt, perhaps the most talented writer of the new century, will sound in your head for a long time.