Author smiled. Ropop will go crazy. The author prefers to die from the lion’s teeth than by his dirty hands. The wall was lifted up again. A strange shadow has entered the camp. Tac Dang heard clearly the footsteps approaching him. Veteran Soldier when everything goes to hell those who stand with you are family poster. He closed his eyes, waiting for the lion’s first bite. Suddenly he felt someone’s soft hand touch his face. That hand was wandering in the dark. A girl’s voice whispered to call his name. Yes, here I am John answered quietly. But, Lord, who is he? The dancer of Siida Aisa. The reply sounded hurried.