They planned to use pinpoint strikes—to turn to dust a once-mighty state that, by some misunderstanding, still possessed nuclear weapons. In the unfolding full chaos, this was unacceptable; the victim’s natural resources would also be needed for the “civilized peoples.” When you have aces like 20,000 atomic missiles and aerospace weaponry, everything seems simple.
They miscalculated.
A single salvo from one submarine missile carrier of that state—already written off as a “waste”—was enough to pay the aggressor back in full. And it was only the beginning. Nobody expected that the theory of “nuclear winter,” which everyone considered a myth, would turn out to be true. And the living would envy the dead, dying from cold and hunger in the darkness of an endless night.
But this book is not about superpower battles, not about rockets and submarines. It’s not about war—it’s about peace. The new world, where every day you live through is a miracle; where a good neighbor is a dead neighbor; where the price of life equals a can of stewed meat.
There are no tough special-forces operatives saving the Motherland by shooting at enemies carelessly. No mutants. No stalkers. Only the harsh truth of life after the death of civilization—ordinary people pulled into the whirlpool of fatal events. They couldn’t imagine what their “tomorrow” would be like. Now they must plunge into a fiery and icy hell, make their way among mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
To survive… even if they don’t know why.