It was probably a gift of fate to find one of the Masters of the Prison in a pile of garbage. A reward for hard labor, wounds, crappy food, ordeals on Boyle, where Artyom, who adopted the name Temnyak, which is more familiar to the locals, saved their worthless lives and destroyed stupid laws. If this luck hadn’t happened, nothing would have worked out, or it would have worked out, but somehow it wasn’t like that, not so quickly and not so beautifully. And so - I gave pleasure to everyone... And first - to myself, having once again found a way out of a hopeless situation, breaking out of Prisons to freedom Paths, roads from world to world, from adventure to adventure, from life to life...