Anton Vasiliev, commander of a separate reconnaissance and security platoon, returned from the war alive and more or less intact. It seemed that was it—real happiness: live and rejoice. However, soon it turned out that his place wasn’t here, not under a peaceful civilian sky.
It turned out there is only one place in the world where Vasiliev can say: “Here I am, home.” And that shelter for him became the Zone of Exclusion—eternal autumn, with no quiet, safe corners. Where an endless slaughter goes on and there is a trade in amazing artifacts—where everything is permeated by lethal radiation, where every second is a mutant, and every first is, even though human, armed to the teeth and deadly dangerous.
But only here, in the Zone of Exclusion, someone like Anton Vasiliev can feel the heartbeat of life in all its fullness, in the space he has fought for. Whoever is looking for a path to happiness will find true friends, real love, and smart, strong enemies only here. What else is needed for happiness for a warrior on the road? Perhaps only this…