8 I slept badly. In the morning dreamed of the First World War - some Germans driving in a armor. I had to stop them.

And of the weapons - only a cushion, indeed turned into a miserable resemblance of firearms, but absolutely useless.

With a desperate effort of will, he was able to summon a crossroads, caught the Germans in it, but here some peasant with a scream: "Py@to you, comrade!", broke my head.

Somehow I woke up. It is strange.