Moscow after the coronavirus epidemic. I look at it and don’t recognize it. Our world has changed: all goals, hopes, and dreams have turned to dust.
The world has changed, relentlessly dragging people along, squeezing everything human out of them, and creating new values.
Humanity is dying. The antiviral has not been found yet, but there is hope! Antibodies are in my blood, and I’m making my way through hell to reach the only remaining research center, where a vaccine can be made from my blood. I want to save those who survived and are hiding…