A cat has nine lives. That’s what they say—I haven’t checked personally. But for me, ever since recently, there’s been a chance to “die” not once, but as many as five times… Real life has become unbearable, so I chose the Game. Many things there resemble ordinary life, but without leveling up you can’t go anywhere. To break through and reach your goal, you have to sweat and bleed. It’s hard to join the Game not from the very beginning—others have already taken their place under the “sun,” and I’m going to have to nudge them aside. And then—still—also, I couldn’t bring myself to bend under the leader of one of the clans; it’s not in my character. Our relationship has reached a deadlock, and we’re just one step away from an “all-out war.” Beautiful cars and magnificent women, screeching tires and the whistle of bullets, victories and disappointments. The Game is too much like the truth…