The twentieth year of life, second year at the institute. Time to learn the intricacies of operating with superenergy, train, drink with friends, and show attention to attractive young ladies. And you’ll definitely do all of that—if only you survive the heavy burden of a whole pile of problems that’s fallen on you. It’s not because you have an overly active approach to life or too much zeal in following priorities you set for yourself. It’s just that a sudden business trip to the capital turned into a confrontation with foreign agents, an obsessive interest from the Republican ideological commissariat, and meetings with old acquaintances that aren’t always pleasant. And that’s just the beginning. The most wild is ahead!