The Trap

It’s not easy to hold onto luck. Jack let it slip from his hands, and everything went downhill: money and mistresses disappeared, debts and unexpected poverty appeared. The good thing is that a friend—one of his fellow soldiers—remained. Together they once went on reconnaissance, so why not risk it now to get everything back?

And once again he’s on the road, familiar down to bitterness—where every corner may hide a sniper.

Hold on, soldier—your rifle is with you, and experience is worth a fortune, because you can’t drink it away.