About the book: 1968 / I heard this story from the harsh Zedd, there in the jungles of Northern Burma. With a group of his nagas, he was returning from Mandalay and wandered into the light of the woodcutters, with whom I was fortunate enough to be visiting at that time. It was he who told me about a simple Soviet guy who, twenty-five years ago, led the people's liberation movement of the jungle tribes. I wandered along the paths on which my compatriot once fought against the Japanese invaders, saw the people who lived next to him, touched a stone on a grave sacred to the naga. The story of the Soviet officer Alexander Gromov has become a legend over the years. I would like readers to love the hero just like the noble and simple-minded nagas, whose freedom he won far from their homeland, in the dense jungle. Author