About the book: year / Another pawn has landed in the Hive, only it does not want to be “eaten” during the exchange, but implements such a chess problem as Excelsior, slowly but surely advancing to queen. “Draw?” No. We lost this game when we found ourselves on opposite sides of the table. What have we become? Rivals? It is unlikely that this word can fully convey the ugly reality. Enemies? It's already hot. We've reached it. So what are we going to do now? Shall we break blood ties and turn each other into mincemeat in order to stroke the pride of the leaders of the raiding squads who started the war long before our appearance in the Hive, or shall we send everyone to hell and continue our journey hand in hand? Do we have a choice? Is there at least something human left in you? The matte black emptiness that has driven out the sparkle of life from your eyes deprives me of hope. Hurt».