About the book: 1927 / I looked into the black barrel of a pistol pointed at my face by Cross-Eyed Dagan, and inwardly I could not help but praise him for he turned out to be much smarter than I expected. I really didn’t expect that my location would be revealed, especially by Cross-Eyed Dagan. Noting to myself that his hands were shaking slightly, I listened to the threats pouring out in a stream. Dagan was not one of those who kill in cold blood, he definitely needs to work himself up to a certain state, and when his nerves are on edge, then he is ready to pull the trigger.