This is the ninth attempt, and he began to understand why his predecessors were unlucky. A desert island, a sea, a forest - it doesn’t matter: everywhere there is only death. Knowledge hastily hammered into the head and dubious skills learned over several training sessions do not impress anyone here, and the benefits from them are much less than from a local bird that has taken root. And also people: they can kill; can save you. And the road for suicides, at the finish line of which the same bony old woman with a scythe is guarding... or someone worse.