And Dajal will come to the land of Chechen
Sugaip-mullah, surrounded by his adherents, stood on the crest of the Terek ridge and peered intently into the distance-there was a plain, in the center of which, following the whimsical writhing of the river, a city spread out of the combat fortress. Sheikh was silent for a long time, and suddenly tears flowed down his face. Men do not cry, do not show their weakness, all the more so steel as he has known.