Crime syndicates in the south of the Russian Empire decided to arrange a big redistribution. The streets of Phasis are now dangerous to walk on. However, as always... Artifacts of the Forerunners, secret societies, clans and psychopathic berserkers are drawn into this whirlpool, accelerating their metabolism. And suddenly it turns out that I can control a combat mech. And what do you want me to do with this knowledge? My principle: work in any incomprehensible situation. And my work has remained unchanged for two thousand years - registering new residents at the cemetery.