To die in the virtual world - good small, but incomparably it worse to be put under a bullet in inexorable reality. Hardly at so nasty laying out rescue from death in an exchange on return service in a digital universe will show oneself such doubtful transaction. A game - it a game just. Only the games undertaken by the special services pass on incomparably more hard rules, and absence of choice serves as bad acquittal those, who pleased in the millstones of subcarpet love affairs.However, a choice I actually did not have, and paying for a rescue did not show oneself excessive. To enter a game, become necromancy, to whip off from a tail hunters on малефиков, to pass sifting out, find a man. Who? How? Why? Wrong questions. Was setting necessary to quite another: why is I? Why exactly John Dow?