Perhaps even his hostility intensified, Sergei thought with a little sigh. From the minute hassle in Ufa it is not the feeling that it has come to a collision. It hurt him to teach how to Tatar - every flash instantly flare up in the fire. He suddenly imagined: a young Tartar, covered in blood, with punctured eyes, lies in front of him in the dust - Sergei furiously shook his head, driving the picture. He was a warrior and had seen in his lifetime many of the dead, but never more so sorely felt the reality and the certainty of death. And let go of the picture was not so easy.