About the book: 2015 / A glance from under the eyelashes, quick, barely noticeable, and I caught a smile that flashed on the lips of Tyrem in a black officer’s suit of the space fleet. Good, bastard. Deep-set eyes of an elusively dark color, dark skin, delicate facial features, a large nose, and a hunchbacked, broken, predatory shape, but the shoulders are not one and a half meters wide, like the rest of the officers who wandered into this low-grade eatery. No, this particular one seemed like a slender young man against their background, although... I would say that he was older than all his companions. I carefully squinted my eyes towards the door - there, hidden in the twilight, stood Borov, at the counter with drinks he was imitating a drunken Stam, at the table next to mine Nir, Evin and Shorokh sat and drank water, under the guise of vodka. Yes, today there are six of us working, because the task is not an easy one.