Vadim heard the wild cry of a reenactor flying down a stone, and an equally heartbreaking cry of despair involuntarily burst out of his mouth. He was turned around in the air and was now flying towards the ground, seeing the cobblestone pavement of the castle fast approaching. "But sometimes people survived, falling and not from such a height," the saving thought flashed deceptively in unison with a flash of lightning. He was already ready to meet the ground, having time to think that he was falling somehow unnaturally slowly, but fear and the next rumble of thunder drowned out all thoughts and deprived of consciousness. Already somewhere far away in the cold and insensitive space, ruddy girls were burning:....