He knew that he was not the first on the list of those who were a little luckier than others. And I suspected that it would not be the last. Rumor has it that at least one volunteer from a rival project is wandering around here somewhere. And the volunteer is not an easy one - a psychopath with a mania for killing his own kind with cold steel. It happened that he dreamed of meetings with “competitors”, and not one of these dreams was pleasant. And finally the dreams begin to break through into reality. Alas, the moment is not very suitable to find out whether the devil is as terrible as they say. He has nothing left - no loyal warriors, no strong fleet, not even his boots. Only that which cannot be touched with hands has been preserved: experience, tempered character, new skills and opportunities.