War is a strange place. Time here seems to be compressed a hundredfold. I thought I’d lived a whole life. They tried to kill me, and I killed myself—to survive. Dirt didn’t stain; it cleansed. Heroic deeds felt routine. Someone will say it can’t be like that, but I don’t want them to try to repeat my path. The city has been taken, the Germans are all around, and all that’s left is to wait for mercy… But I’m not going to wait! They’ll learn my surname and repeat it in their nightmares! Soon I’ll come to them—the RKKA fighter Zababas hkin!
P.S. Everything that happens in the book and all the characters are fictional. Any resemblance of names, places, and events is purely coincidental.