There are moments when everything gets on your nerves. But it’s doubly disgusting when the main source of your irritation is none other than the Devil himself. One of the gang’s bosses is a slimy, vile fellow. Only he has no idea that the young man, Filatov, is anything but simple. And it would be fine—if not for the documents we found at the corrupt official’s dacha. What was written in them made us change our plans. Although, let’s be honest—people put sticks in the wheels of anyone they please. But the first step has been taken; it’s time to move on, because there’s no way back.