The king and his king. Bushkov A.A.

Ceremonial marches died out, a mating feast fell silent. Above the first night of the crown-speakers, a bloody-red heights dawn. Not only the Svetil rises above the vicinity of Cycles, but the torteles, of course, learning about the triumph, send their deadly gift. A great battle is coming, in which the exact insidious calculation and the art of the ancient wind will collide. But does there mean at least something great magic against the harsh science?.. Or will the art decide the art of a cunning political diplomacy, which Svarog, King of Kings perfectly mastered?.. The same Major of the Airborne Forces Stanislav Sergeyevich Svarog is a knight from nowhere.

Although excessive diplomacy sometimes only harms. For example, when someone's dirty hands tear lace underwear on your beloved woman.