“... The score was five thousand one hundred and thirty six to five thousand two hundred in favor of Mel's team. Newcomer Kirill was very good at the game, but mentally weak. Every time a machine-gun fire hit him in the back, he died in earnest and for a long time | he had to be lifted almost by force from the frozen snow and brought to his senses with slaps in the face. And for long minutes after that, Kirill roamed around the site like a blind kitten | Ludovik's team was losing points, and Anton knew that the flamethrower's turn would soon come ... "