About the book: year / Tough soldiers in camouflage, menacingly wheezing with respirators, left a green truck covered with a tarpaulin. The wind chilled to the bones, with little regard for the thick uniforms, loudly flapping the fabric, tossing up strands of damp, dull steppe grass. Having dispersed, the landing force skillfully lay down and took aim at the Hill. The steep slopes glistened with greasy mud, which even from here looked disgusting and slippery. At the thought of having to overcome the slope under the likely sight of an unknown weapon, under the threat of attack from any direction, a chill ran down our spines.