About the book: year / Fanfiction on “The Land of Extras”. Although, from my point of view, from the canonical version of “Demiurge” by A. Cruz. The sunlight stung my eyes as I walked out of the door, so much so that I blinked for a minute, moving almost blindly. Outside the gates the tropics began, the version of “From the Ahara in the Summer”! The body under the jacket, sweater and T-shirt instantly became wet, and timid drops of sweat ran down the back into the panties. The blood on my hands had dried and tightened my skin unpleasantly. The black man who escorted me out of such a cozy hangar again screamed something, and soon two people were escorting me, one in front and an old acquaintance behind me. They led me for about ten minutes, unobtrusively pushing me with a barrel in the back at turns, along technical paths between high fences, sometimes made of chain-link mesh or something similar, sometimes made of concrete blocks or monolithic concrete, and when they finally pushed me into an inconspicuous door in the next fence, I was already ready for any intolerant actions; before it turned out to be bad for me to walk under the wildly hot sun, in sneakers squelching with sweat, clothes stuck to my body, and even being pushed into my shoulder blades by a gun barrel! Moreover, the blacks began to talk among themselves and laugh at times. No, I’m not an expert in foreign languages, including school perversions with English, but my knowledge was enough to understand the expression “zis Russian fucking bastard.” Therefore, I began to seriously worry about my future fate, to understand that I was now anywhere, but not near the neighbor’s garage in the industrial zone of my hometown, my thoughts were enough...