When you are saturated with the army from head to toe, when the secrets of leadership put the completion of tasks at risk, when your whole life is entangled in dry branches of lies, deviation from the fundamental rules and orders leads to the only correct outcomes, where your own body and the bodies of your comrades are not will end up in zinc coffins. Senior Lieutenant Starikov could rot in prison for his self-will and inconsistency in relation to command. Neither the bullets nor the screams of the commanders decided the fate of the officer. Having become accustomed to his fellow stormtroopers, to all the troubles that awaited him every time, it seemed impossible for the senior lieutenant to change everything at once for something else. However, everything changed when the feet landed on the helipad, and the Dimitar research station, full of secrets and mysteries of the NBI, rose in front of the face.