The name of death

This book is an alloy of historical chronicle with an action -packed thriller.

There is everything in it: brave and evil geniuses, traitors and fools, a reward of ten million in one head, vicious and cunning women, ampoules with cyanide potassium and penicillin (but it is only in Britain), a blond violin nickname, a hanger and an ox covered with a black flag with silver zippers.

There is a spring prague, a lock and a magic crown, the cut -off heads and a burned village, open “Mercedes” and a jammed machine, a driver and butcher, a church and a crypt under it, surrounded by an Army of the SS men.

there is blood, but there is death. And life. And there is a memory.