A city of the future is mired in secrets and the servility of its inhabitants. Александр Соколов, cast out beyond public recognition, is ready to obtain the truth by any means—only then will he have a chance to punish those responsible for his troubles. And the farther he goes along his path, the louder the skeletons in the local “Elite” closets fall. Pray to your artificial God, you bastards, so your world doesn’t collapse under the step of His march—like a house of cards.