Charlotte Reeves is a complete skeptic and looks at life with pragmatic cynicism. She doesn't believe in miracles, doesn't believe in happiness and doesn't believe in men. Her life is work, and her only love is a seven-gauge Brian. A weapon that never lies to her, never fails her, and never makes empty promises. She does not expect anything from fate and has not asked anything from her for a long time. The ship of her life is planning the chosen course and is not going to deviate from it - she thought so exactly until the moment when the best intergalactic sniper Stanley Stanford, nicknamed Nail, hit him with an accurate shot.