The seventh volume about Maxim and his path.... The empire has recently been shaken by turmoil - one-day, rapid, as if a heart blow, with equally grave consequences for the health of the state. And only the timely intervention of surgeons - the highest combat ranks - allowed the country to continue breathing the frosty air of December. Many will later call these surgeons executioners - furtively, among themselves, harboring pain and rage behind humility and humility. Too many. Hundreds of noble died; a significant part of the capital is turned into ruins along with the Kremlin, and someone actively whispered, as if the emperor himself almost went to the next world. So, hundreds of thousands more should have died: on the horizon of the next day, in the colors of the dark red winter dawn, the silhouette of a punitive campaign was clearly manifested - under the single banner of His Majesty, fire and sword to walk through the principalities and cities of the apostates. But they resisted - by a miracle.