About the book: year / Time: Then. Friedrich Klinov brought the pistol to his temple. It would seem, what could one more death change after everything that happened? Nothing. I have no illusions about this. Friedrich's daughter continued to scream at my side. It is certainly difficult to see your own father die. Quite... a traumatic experience if you ask me. I wonder if the bullet will pierce his skin this time? Maybe. For some reason, I was sure that he had decided everything for himself a long time ago. The name of Friedrich Klinov was not on the list of people whom I would like to see alive. And he understood it.