The air in the Zone became heavy—many can feel it. There will be a slaughter; it’s inevitable. You can’t stop the storm anymore. Every move has been calculated, the forces accounted for down to the last man, and for each one a deadly surprise is already prepared. The Weavers—creatures from another world—are breaking into the Zone to destroy the artifact everyone calls the Obelisk. The Weavers are strong telepaths who can control time and warp space. If they break through—everyone is doomed; people aren’t even needed for them, not even as slaves. The battle will be unequal: other people—who betrayed their kind—have made a deal with the Weavers and are ready to kill their own.
Anton Vasilyev is the last drop, a feather thrown by Fate onto the scales. A warrior whose task is to tear apart the threads of the web woven by the Weavers, so as to restrain the laws of Probability.
But for now Anton Vasilyev isn’t thinking about the Weavers. First, he has to rip the girl Dasha out of the grip of the gangster Selim, known for his cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and calculation.
“How great are my luck reserves?” Anton Vasilyev asks himself. The answer can only be given by life. And life in the Zone is an endless war.