Excerpt from the novel: "- Every night, I imagined how I would kill you. Yes, until the middle of August, I never doubted for a moment that I would shoot you, only I didn't know the time when I would do it. Probably, after I found out where my family was. And something else happened that I would not have suspected... For the first time, since he had climbed onto the porch, he stopped rummaging and fixed his gaze on the other's face. The man from the Bridge of Prayers continues to look him in the eyes: - The approach of only a few tens of meters. I felt your fear, and the suffering, and the threshold of madness, to which you sometimes approached, and the cries that tore up the night, all this extinguished my hatred. Maybe I thought of my years in prison... In my thoughts, however, I killed you many times. What I didn't really find out, and I don't think I ever will, is how you would have died, begging me not to shoot you, or swearing at me to do it sooner, maybe death would have found you dead already?"
