Ten confidants. Ten servants of the king. That's what this squad is called. They were created in order to kill without a doubt at the first order of the ruler. They serve the country, they are its eternal servants. Felix was there too. He didn't know fear, maybe he just forgot about it, but he could kill. He killed, wounded, and carried out any dirty order. At the first call. But there were people scarier than him in their actions. She is the commander of this squad. The tenth. She was someone who was respected, but above all feared. Felix hadn't seen anyone in her before the service. He couldn't imagine her as a little girl, a naive schoolgirl, or something like that. She was just the way he met her on the first day. It was as if the memory of the old had been erased and reset, creating a person without a past. And Felix could put up with it. If I wasn't the one who deviated from the system. He was a deviant, a traitor to the motherland. And with the stigma of a traitor, they did not live here, but died. It was a posthumous title. This was not forgiven. He knew that if the truth was revealed and he did not follow at least one order, he would give out that he was actually against this government, then she would execute the order of execution. The commander. And now he had to survive next to someone who could kill him too.

Now they were walking through the forest, the two of them, as luck would have it. It was after the execution of another order. Spies were killed. They were covered in blood. A rifle is slung over their shoulders, and they wander as if they have just not become executioners for people. Felix is disgusted. But he doesn't show it. Therefore, he decides to speak, there is fatigue, cold and mechanical notes in his voice.

"Is it still far to the headquarters?"