Book in Polish by Szczepan Twardoch. There is no hope. There's mud, drones and a concrete basement ceiling, if you're lucky enough, and a bunker that you call a blindage but is usually a flimsy pit in the ground. So what are you fighting for? Do you still believe in the point of this fight? On the front line - on the 'nullu' - in a piece of the world cut off by the river, which you can't give up, though you won't save it, Horse and his comrades look out for the light, knowing that the one to come will be more like a sky-blaring explosion. On the nullah, brotherhood and courage take on a new meaning, rationality gives way to intuition, superstition and faith. There are volunteers and there are mobs who don't want to fight, there is love as short as life at the front and there is internet from starlinka. Horse understands this, although he has only been a soldier for a short time. Everything he has believed in and loved up to now has died, so he has left behind the ruins of his former life in Poland and gone off to fight and seek redemption - or perhaps death? Dead inside, he meets Zuja, the first to bear that name. Zuja triggers in him what he thought was long dead. The past, which Horse doesn't talk about and doesn't want to think about, keeps coming back. Then there is the dog that the magician from Tajikistan failed to heal.