1938 Spanish Civil War. For ten days, the Republicans and Francoists recapture the town of Castellets del Segre, which is not of particular strategic importance, from each other. International brigadiers and phalangists, militias and red berets, men and women, those who went to fight out of conviction, and those who were taken into the army against their will, brave men and cowards, those who have nothing to lose, and those who have a place to return to , - thousands of people, united by a lot of things, but separated only by the front line, fight each other and die, not always remembering why, and until the last moment desperately not wanting to die. This is war - and it gradually devours everyone. “At some point you understand,” says Arturo Perez-Reverte, “that in a civil war there is no good and evil - there is only a fight between one horror and another.” “In the Line of Fire” is a novel about a real war, where there is no heroism, but only naked, stripped to the skeleton and sometimes heroic humanity and the persistent fear of death. In this grandiose epic, real evidence is intertwined with literary fiction, and from the small stories of many people a colossal, piercing picture is formed in which it is impossible to choose which side you are on, because on both sides there are just people, and “the most vile thing is that the enemy is calling his mother in your native language.” For the first time in Russian!