White Z on the frontal armor. Mikheev M.A.

War is blood and death. And the war is a duel of intellects. And if a particularly valuable internal intelligence officer is alone in the rear of the enemy, then this is a zhu-yu for a reason.

Vitaly Tretyakov, a man with a dangerous reputation and a bunch of corpses behind his back, travels to the rear of the enemy troops, and no one- Neither enemies nor allies know his tasks. To guess where he turns at the next moment and what he will do is useless, and leaving unattended terribly. And only he himself knows what the purpose of the trip is and who is destined to become a target.

Will he get to the end of the journey, will it complete the task? This is an open question. In the meantime, the road creeps under the wheels of the car, the motor roars, a beautiful woman sits nearby... What else does a specialist need to feel happy? Unless the whistle of bullets above the head, but there is plenty of this good in any war.