“...The architect stood up and looked through the loophole. The visible part of Zokon has lost its depth and contrast, being covered with a light whitish haze. From somewhere far away, as if from underground, a faint rumble was heard. It slowly grew, gradually and inevitably taking over consciousness, unceremoniously infiltrating every cell of the body. The vibration grew noticeably. The architect continued to peer into the clouds of muddy fog, creeping into the “launching pad” in foamy shafts. Soon the low rumble turned into a roar and began to weigh heavily on his head, like the gigantic palm of a raging giant. Far ahead, it was difficult to make out something black and massive, squeezing itself out of the foggy chaos into which the entire conflict zone had turned. At the border of the impenetrable black anthracite body, appearing as if out of nowhere, mad whirlwinds were bubbling. Continuously falling from a height of many meters, they violently hit the ground and scattered in all directions, like peas from a burst bag. The coal colossus continued to spray raging fountains around itself, hitting them on the ground with ever-increasing speed. The architect tensed. And not in vain: from the whirlwinds bursting like nutshells, “underachievers” began to appear. The architect, without much difficulty, identified two “harlequins” and several “stilts.” Then everything started spinning at such a breakneck speed that there was no time to consider and classify the creations of the “thunderous” Transition - it was necessary to fight back this entire horde, the acclimatization period of which in local conditions did not exceed a few minutes...” Genres: fantasy action Plot: “failed in...” , survival, mystery. Heroes: an ordinary person. Races: people, “verts”, “less-exiters” from the Conflict Zone. Place of action: Russia, “The World of Ambrose.” Profession: researcher. Deployment: local fortified area. Equipment: artifact. Weapons: firearms, cold, throwing. Slogan: “Don’t spit in a well from which you will have to drink.”