All Vladislav Roev wants, having found himself on the other side of the galaxy and by some miracle gaining freedom and saving his life, is to find a quiet place. And, it seems, he even found this, but, alas, someone correctly said: “We only dream of peace.” Galactic megacorporations operate according to an algorithm that has been worked out for centuries, which prescribes the destruction of everyone who, even in the distant future, may only theoretically turn out to be a rival and pose a threat to their financial well-being if, for some reason, the alleged competitor could not be subdued. In general, steam locomotives are crushed while they are still dummies. They consider Roev and his living ship “Golden Fish” to be one of these hypothetical threats...