About the book: 2011 / I dedicate this book to my friends - those who with their lives refuted the words “The game is more important than those who play it”, proving that all games in the world are made by PEOPLE. There were two of them. Oleg and Tanya. They were 14 years old, they were friends, they went to the same sports school - they practiced fencing. And one warm summer evening they went for a walk. Along the streets of family that are familiar to the slightest crack. Captivated by the walk, conversation and each other, Oleg and Tanya did not immediately notice that the city lights had given way to pitch darkness, the concrete bridge across the small Pursovka river had disappeared without a trace, and instead of the city outskirts there was an impenetrable forest. The teenagers quickly realized that they were in another world. They were not even too frightened by the prospect of staying there forever, but they were alarmed by strange gravestones, the inscriptions on which, made in different languages, said that their peers were buried under these stones…