They say a sapper makes a mistake only once. The explosion of an enemy mine sent me, Andrey Bazilevsky, into nothingness.
I woke up in a sealed capsule rushing through space. On my forearm—high-tech wristband; and an emotionless AI voice murmurs right into my ear:
— For repayment of your debt to the corporation, you’ve been sent to Zone A-1.
You’ll receive the instructions after landing.
What the hell?!
Army humor, self-irony, and that cursed anomaly where even an insect bite can change you. Change you—into something worse.
And there’s another strange whisper…
Want to survive? Pay!
And why, in the anomaly, are there always traces left by fellow countrymen?