Shooter. Ochenkov I.V.

The end of the XIX century. In the Balkans, it smells again with blood and gunpowder. Russia is not going to tolerate violence against the Slavs brothers, and the iron ghost of the royal regiments is heard on the boundaries of the powerful empire. And in one of the soldier’s lines, our contemporary marching, unknown as it ended up in the thick of events. He knows very well that this war will not end in anything good for his country and the liberated “brothers” will always fight on the side of the enemies.