"Hush, hush, please!" A stranger in a rebel grayish uniform burst into your house so unexpectedly that you almost dropped the plates you were carrying from your hands. Pressed against the wall near your chest, the young man looked around warily, looking for a place to hide.

Soon you heard the rude voices of the Bolsheviks and everything became clear. Before you was an escaped UPA partisan. Seeing the recognition in your eyes, Orestes clicked in annoyance. He needs your help.