The Murk Held Me Only Briefly
Roman came to on an icy mirror under a red sky. A man in a gray suit stands before him.
I Struck the Bloodied Sword
Sixteen minutes to victory.
Shuffling and Jostling, We Lined Up
Thirty fighters in black chitons, armed with swords and shields, walk out onto the arena. Roman is among them.
A Tank Rolled Onto the Arena
A tank rolls onto the arena, and on its turret stands a woman in a black dress who looks like Veronika Sergeevna.
The Crowd Kept Arriving
A voice booms from the arena: Attention! We begin!
The Valley Seemed to Be Used
The spectators are waiting for a show. There are incredibly many of them. Some are armed, others not.
People Vanished, Shuffling and Scraping
Roman meets Anton and Vera.
A Month Later I Turned Into
Roman achieves everything... and nothing.
The Wounds Healed Over
Fifteen days passed.
…Two Weeks Later I Was Suffering
Roman loses his head with love.
Two Days Had Passed. I Was Weary
A mysterious girl reads minds and keeps him at a distance.
I Closed My Eyes to Picture
Roman tries to understand the reasons for his incredible luck.