Instead of killing each other at the behest of the powerful Saroghs race, two platoons of scouts, Red Army and Wehrmacht soldiers torn from the summer of 1943 and brought to the planet Peiana, joined forces and began their war—with faith in victory and almost no hope of returning.
Now only nine of them remain—lost in parallel realities, worn out by battle, yet never having lost the ability to take someone else’s grief as their own and, at the right time, to end up in the right place. The unit is alive; its march across worlds continues.