About the book: year / The glow of fires burned over the ruins of the city for the second day. They struck at night. Accident or calculation? There was nothing to oppose the attack from orbit. The atmospheric aviation of the agricultural planet was intended for cultivating fields, and serious air defense systems did not exist here. And now Jessie Dix, "Quinta" as she was called for the second day, sat on a piece of ruined wall, clutching a pulse rifle in one hand, and with the other hugging a huge German shepherd by the shoulders. The camouflage overalls were covered in stains of soot, machine oil and blood. The smells filled my nose, making it impossible to detach myself from what was happening. The presence of the shepherd was calming. Although the satellite was no match for the cleanup teams, let alone the Hoplites, it had sensors and character. And he could walk in phototropic mode.