“...A year ago, a general suddenly appeared among the suffering. Real. Stripes and shoulder straps showed through the fabric of exquisite suits. In general, a general with capabilities and taste. The old security officer’s name was appropriate: Pyotr Sergeevich Berezin. Moreover, his nationality shone on his face no less than Yashin’s. He immediately went to storm Maria Yakovlevna, but he was doused with boiling tar on the approaches to the fortress. Having assessed the losses, he offered sincere friendship...”