About the book: year / I always wanted to believe that we choose our own destiny. In my youth, I did not even think about a military career, but I received two Hero Stars, rose to the rank of lieutenant general and headed a top-secret department for eliminating enemies of the homeland. Was it my choice? No, that’s how the circumstances developed. Sometimes a man simply cannot do otherwise. At the fifty-sixth year of my life I had a stroke, but even after death I could not find peace. But instead he ended up in the body of a prisoner of a Polish concentration camp, forced to hunch over in a mine. The question immediately arose: “Who will bury you all?” These nonhumans don’t even suspect what a Russian officer is capable of. But there are no former officers…