In his life he didn’t wrong so much as a fly. But then, after a bloody showdown—in which he stood in a closet without pants and trembled with fear—he became… the most ruthless and cruel murderer. On the handle of the pistol, from which several people were killed, his fingerprints remain. In the pocket of the jacket he hastily grabbed when leaving the battlefield—there’s the key to a safe where disks with secret information are kept. Behind his back—mountains of corpses, the roar of the chase: the gang, the police, and FSB officers are hunting him. And our Superman has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to do…