"I am painting a portrait of the Last Soldier. He looks through me at something that I am not given to know.
In his gaze - all the sadness, pain and wisdom of all soldiers who have gone through all the wars. On his helmet are delicate and fragile poppy flowers, as a memory of those comrades and enemies who were not destined to become the Last and whose souls were lost somewhere among the stars, like sparks of the dying fire of the Last War ..." (An excerpt from the story "The Last Soldier" written by Dmitri Dergatchev).