The port on the outskirts of the city was blown by winds from all directions. People tried to get into the city as soon as possible. It was cool outside. The first thing that a traveler saw upon entering the city was a hotel with a bar. A couple passed by the building: a man and a woman, apparently deciding to spend their vacation in an exotic corner of the galaxy.

  "Port bar! Let's go in? In such a place, you can hear many interesting stories."

  The correct decision was to go to a bar where the regulars were pilots and merchants from all over the galaxy. They always shared interesting stories. The bar was full. Those who entered had to share the table with an elderly man who sat silently, not paying attention to the man and woman. The old man looked like a local; he was wearing an old but well-preserved officer's cloak, from under which an expensive navy blue Ilitsky sweater could be seen. The woman noticed the old man's gaze and asked. “Are you waiting for someone?”

  “No, what are you, please sit down”

  “Old man, tell a story about real warriors!” Said a man in a military uniform, who was sitting at the bar.

  The old man perked up, smiled, it was clear from him that he seemed to be waiting for such a request, “Well, I'll tell you if you pay for everyone!”

  “Begin, and I'll see how much your story is worth!”

  “It was eighty years ago. When Titar was covered with ruins, and a caste of warriors kept order in the galaxy. The caste included a famous team of mercenary soldiers led by Kir Lak, better known as the Boss. His team was lucky for a long time, but one day the fortune turned away from them. They could lose their license, the only thing that could save them is one dangerous mission.”