A book about the fall of our contemporary in the 5th century... I looked down and was surprised. It turned out that I was sitting on the ground in a rather dark forest, leaning my back against a mighty oak tree, in my hands I had a butcher's knife. I looked up and saw the tree canopy going very far up. This is the forest, and where am I, what the hell is in my hands, and where is my saber and why it is so poorly visible. It seems that one eye does not work. So it is, throwing away the knife, I tried to find my left eye, but I came across a strange pot on my head with my hand.