Raiders, snatchers, and Юп—my template is breaking; no, I’m just in the light shock! Back in the mine, when I saw these people—who the hell knows who they were—and half not looking like humans or Ukas, rushing into an attack with almost bare hands on automatic rifles and covering each other alongside the humans and the Ukas… I somehow acted on instinct: covering the others as best I could—and for myself too, so that nothing would fly into my body.