Often, the road that seems easy—and leads to the places close to home—takes a person so far that they couldn’t even imagine it at the start. That’s what happened to Maksim Charushin: a simple order, at first glance, threw him out of Moscow first to the Urals, and then sent him along hidden foothill paths used only by people who don’t go there often. And now it’s by no means certain that he and his companions will reach the goal set for themselves—or at least be able to get out of the gloom of dungeons into a familiar world. Too complicated everything is in that place where fate has dumped them.