"Thank you, Lord dabilaser, my great God!" All of a sudden, the upper members of the church put their hands on their shoulders, as if they had forgotten that they were still on the snow mountain. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes to pray, and let their bodies be suspended in the air by safety buckles.

Roland lowered his head and said in silence, "thank you, great darbiladze, your emissary will guide us out of the abyss of sin and danger." There are helicopters on the top of

that are on fire. The only helicopter left is shaking in panic in front of the forest wind, just about...