Through snow and frost, through post-nuclear taiga and silent, empty cities. Over the snow and ice of Lake Baikal—toward wherever your own madness draws you. To Irkutsk. To walk along the edge, constantly balancing on the thin line of humanity. To cross it when you need to be a beast—in order to defeat those who long ago stopped being human. To take control over nature, over your enemies, and over yourself. To survive. To save those whose existence you’re not sure of. And to understand whether there’s anything human left in you—or whether the beast that woke up seventeen years ago is the true master of your consciousness.