It seems that problems are piling up for Oxygen like there's no tomorrow. I'll add my piece, honestly. *** Len. region. Dugout. Headquarters. As soon as the "Grand Cup" military campaign began, I immediately started planning to take first place. My rightful place. The one that suits me best. The first plan, called "Blockade," was launched immediately. It was based on prolonging games with the main contenders. A large number of points earned by defeating less experienced opponents, according to the plan, would secure my favorite spot. Incentives were also used. I announced rewards for each player for taking down Oxygen. With each of his victories, the amount increased. Thank goodness Shnurov didn't write to me or anyone else. Savings must be economical. Everything was going according to plan. I, having scored many points, watched as Oxygen's teammates pressured him. Here it is! Victory is near! But unexpectedly, Oxygen's gloves flew at me, breaking through the defenses. I dodged them for a long time and clumsily. And if it's clumsy, then one is bound to hit. So let it hit. The "Blockade" also involved technical shamanistic tricks. Deliberately slowing down the game's progress. Oxygen was supposed to lose patience. And Lu was supposed to give up first place to me... Alas... time passed... "Tough nut," I thought, and went to write a report about the defeat. In the report, of course, I admitted defeat. But not in reality. Plan "Barbarossa" was immediately activated. According to the new plan, an agreement was reached to extend the tournament's deadline. A decisive match was incentivized. And a deal was made to throw another game. Everything was ready. One cheek on the throne. In the crucial moment, my hopes were pinned on Shnurov. With his defeat, they vanished... Now, should I really give up? Absolutely not. I still have some leverage. I hadn't even had time to get out my notebook to develop Plan "Interception" when Brennus walked into my headquarters near Repino... Overly emotional, he talked about conquering the whole world... I didn't have the courage to refuse. New strategic tasks of global scale put an end to my attempt to seize a tactical position in the "Znoina Pora" (Hot Season). *** Okay, that's it. I can't keep it in anymore. Young military commander Li, the most promising, resumed the fight for "Znoina Pora." But, to be honest, I won't hide it. I can't handle another defeat by Oxygen. If I cried from midnight to four in the morning last time, how long will I cry the second time? I'm afraid to count and won't. And I'm also afraid of developing a fear of Oxygen. A second defeat in the tournament will drive me into a dead end. A psychological blow. I won't survive it.