Cautiously sliding along the houses, Dir quickly crossed the yards, trying to run through the few arches as soon as possible, diligently bending down and with a fleeting glance trying to catch the black gaps in the windows on the other side of the road. Almost every yard met him with an old, almost completely rusted playground, which, it seemed, reached out to Peter with its thin prickly handles, trying to grab it as painfully as possible. Dir was not afraid of an ambush here yet. The city was too big and the forces were too small, even if the enemy had accumulated it for many years. True, there was...