These strange people. They want to hurt us. Our answer is no mercy. All that we want is supreme our life. We're not going to sit still. We are going on a journey. Very long way. We'll fly away from here. Crash сourse. Just moving on. We are still hearing that call. Death toll. We won’t count, we only count energy consumption. Let's turn our eyes to heaven. What is there? Death air. It's strange but we can breathe freely. Things are going well but we are missing something. Need to find something better. We want to become farmers. Sowing then harvest. Never enough to... The harvest night. We heard that a party at your home. This is our last stand.