Not all deeds are given a reward; for some you can get ragged. Even in the most random way. This is how Viktor Izotov, who was supposed to be undergoing treatment, finds himself in rather embarrassing circumstances. And upon leaving them, he discovers that the world around did not freeze at all in anticipation of the brilliant Simulator. The harsh truth of life, to be sure. The world fluctuates in a fragile balance, tugged by a variety of forces. On this daily changing canvas there is a place for him, Victor. But for a quiet life...? More likely no than yes. But, excuse me, when did this quiet life exist?