The life of hired gun Dmitry Molchanov, nicknamed Shram, has changed dramatically since he carried out a successful operation against the top ranks of a cult. Somehow, the cult’s agents managed to figure him out. It’s impossible to run from the danger—there are no more quiet safe corners… He decides to face fate head-on.
“As if I had been driven into the ground, I stood with my back pressed against a concrete parapet. The Geiger counter clicked like an indefatigable grasshopper, sending relentless ticking into my brain like a timekeeper’s brake. The blast was raging all around me, but I didn’t feel any headache or nausea. The air, which just a minute ago was tearing apart with commands and desperate cries from the militants of both clans, went quiet. My PDA showed no signs of life…”.