The Notes by a Dead Dog

Following the heroes of the historic and adventures novel the reader will set off to search the eternally escaping truth. Lie and Truth. Right and Wrong. They say time puts everything on its place. Today we can often hear that time is money. Really, time for a person is costly. Nevertheless, the Truth, states the author, is costlier. Where is the required and so often escaping from us border between Right and Wrong, between Lie and Truth, if the lie imitates the truth so skillfully? How long should we wait for the truth to overcome the lie?