About the book: 2016 / ...I raise my sword... It looks like it really is mine. Hands are usually placed on the handle. Body memory or what? But now the sword can only serve as a support, not as a weapon. Muddy. I've seen this in movies many times. The difference is obvious. Moans are heard. Someone is sitting on a corpse, holding his head in his hands and rocking back and forth. Another one stands leaning on a long spear. It just stands that there is zero attention around. There are obviously a lot of dead people around me, you understand why all sorts of Landsknechts were entitled to double pay for fighters with two-handed swords... But there are no Landsknechts here. Exactly. The team is led by a woman. My age... Perhaps even older. I wonder if this is actually Dina? And if so, which of the four? Although, in any case, it’s in the forehead or in the forehead. Or is this a defensive reaction to the fire, so that the roof doesn’t move off? An attempt to cling to something known... And this is not Dina, but some kind of female samurai... Or, don’t understand, who in some unknown world?... Combined “I am Autumn” and “I got it, I got it!” into one work. I won’t write either one or the other anyway.