Dir opened his eyes. Glancing a little at the dark, log ceiling with his still sleepy eyes, he quickly sat up on the bed, lowering his legs into his old but strong high boots, which stood by the bed instead of standard slippers. Squinting at the old, Soviet alarm clock, Deer got up and closed his eyes, filling all his feelings with the present moment of the current time. The dark world of his consciousness almost immediately lit up with smells, sounds and sensations of every cell of his body of the entire space around the middle-aged fighter. Everything was as before. Strong gusts of wind whistle outside the window,...