We were coming back from a combat mission. It was a meat grinder! The staff rats should have their faces beaten for such an operation’s preparation. But the main thing is, the guys stayed alive—I got everyone out.
And then there was a hit: white haze, the rotating cabin of an Mi-8, the guys’ faces twisted, and a demon with yellow eyes… A demon? What the hell? What demons? In our world there are no demons!