(Note to my dear readers: As you continue reading there would be change in plot of the story.)

The night sky is pierced by rocket launchers. My hands are shaking and my teeth are chattering, my heart is beating louder and louder, and in my head, in my mind, one after another, evil thoughts flare up and quickly go out.

-Shout!

I myself yell that I had the strength.

-Help!

I ask for help, I lose my voice, but I continue to scream and notify everyone that we are alive! You can't despair! In no case! Otherwise, it's all in vain!

- No one will hear us!

The breath of...