An ice hole... Here is the end of Khokhrin's power. Here is the end of sufferings, the end of humiliation, the end of everything! I bowed over the ice hole. From somewhere in the depth black water that, grumbling and swirling, flowed like Styx, a river of underworld, looked at me. Strange horror seethed me. I stepped over the ice hole and pulling the backpack by the strap ran across the river, away from the horrific Styx the grumbling of which seemed to pursue me.