Seventeen years have passed since the atomic war. Civilization lies in ruins, and the ruins are covered by eternal snow. The wild, insane chaos that reigned among the survivors in the first years gradually faded, and beneath the wreckage of Novosibirsk a new little world formed—one with its own ideology, religion, and economy, as if a tiny reflection of the world that itself erased from the face of the earth had frozen in a shard of a broken mirror.
When Konstantin Lomaka, a young resident of the central commune, had what he valued most taken away— or, more precisely, in the underground gloom?—the rebuilt foundations wavered. No one expected that Kostya would want to get back what belonged to him by right, without thinking about the consequences—consequences, without exaggeration, capable of bringing about catastrophe. The balance of power between hostile forces in a ruined Siberian city is simply too unstable, no matter what monstrous price must be paid for this supposed well-being.