What? Where? How?.. — time was jumping along its own scales, according to reference points. The English hadn’t exhausted their options yet. Not all of it—yet—the “Royal Army.” They were ready to send anyone to the gallows and, if necessary, they themselves—well, you can’t take that away from them. Meanwhile, on the other side of the confrontation stood a Soviet vice-admiral. Honestly, he still hadn’t fully digested what had landed on him: the appearance of uninvited guests. How could anyone believe such a thing? How could you trust it? And the anti-submarine cruiser “Moskva,” and its commander—an inter-era intruder who knows the most of all… and yet knows nothing—ended up exactly the way they ended up.
Ahead lies another battle—or maybe the last one. And who knows… Maybe even Her Majesty Reality, smirking, will wink: not everything is over, not for everyone, not for all of them… and everything is still ahead—and there’s more to come. There will be a big brawl.