We were coming back from a combat mission. It was a meat grinder! The штаб rats should’ve had their faces bashed in for such preparation of the operation! But the main thing is, the guys stayed alive—I got everyone out. And then—impact, white haze, the rotating cabin of an Mi-8, the boys’ faces distorted, and the yellow-eyed demon… A demon? What the hell? What demons? There are no demons in our world!