Victory face. Kamsha V.V.

Victory... defeat... sometimes it is so difficult to distinguish them. Someone triumphs, someone curses, someone changes the side, someone does not understand how this could happen and why exactly with him. Horror in the eyes of the sentenced, happiness on the executioner's face, flying out of frantic light, a black horseman, a whistle of a saber and death.

defeat... Victory... someone, looking in their face, remains a man, someone ceases to them be. What is the already provided service? Renovation torn by force? This burning oath, fidelity, friendship, love?

The rebellion can end in success, and luck write off all debts, the winners do not judge, the winners receive everything they want... Or everything they deserve? Ship sides are cracking under the blows of rams, mysterious hunting rushes through a fatal night, and portend the inevitability of the violin. Death is hiding in fake colors and fake vows, it is ready to sting. She stings.

Victory... defeat... sometimes they change places. Who will remain a person, who will remain at all?