About the book: year / The closer she came to the firing point, the more her heart sank from internal tension. The slits of the embrasures, like the eyes of some fairy-tale monster, were watching her. She approached the main entrance. There were no more doors. All that was left of them were massive loops. The scrap metal hunters did their best. The girl squeezed inside and walked through the semi-darkness of winding corridors into a room from which the road was visible…