Belov’s odyssey is still strange. Fate elevated him to the heights of success and power, as if to show that the same wolf laws apply there as in the world of crime. After an unsuccessful assassination attempt on an overpass in Sheremetyevo, another somersault occurs, and he ends up in a landfill, at the very bottom of his life. But even there the strong arrogate to themselves the right to suppress the weak. And there are vampires swarming around, fixated on their little money, on their little piece of power, the same as their antipodes in the upper tiers of society. Belov feels that somewhere on earth there is a place where they are waiting for him, and where he will become himself... Somewhere there, beyond the fogs...