The movement of people in gas masks, having incomprehensible ideals, is tightly covered in the darkness of mystery. They say that among them there are fanatics who are ready day and night to bring the ideas they know to life. But no matter how people treat them, only these secretive strangers are trying to keep the fire of culture and civilization alive in a world drowning in illiteracy. The Abstract City is on the verge of war with a state that wants to erase the Past so that no one can rely on the Future. At the moment when everyone bowed their heads, only the glare of the eyepieces of the gas masks was still belligerently directed forward. They don't have names. And instead of faces they have gas masks.