Captain Mironov finds himself right at the center of hell called “Grozny.” The officer is lucky—he survives. But how many deaths he has seen! In his own hands, he carries out from the furnace the mangled bodies of those he shared, only a couple of minutes earlier, a cigarette or the last clip of cartridges… This is a ballad about Siberian “mayhem,” about the Russian infantry that was in the front ranks when the militants’ main citadel was stormed—the Dudaev Palace.