Ten years have passed since the world saw the birth of the Zone. Since then, no one has tried to study it, to understand what it is. It seems that this is the answer, just a little more and another secret of the universe will be revealed to the greatness of the human mind and then civilization will take the path of unprecedented prosperity... But whatever. The more the Zone was explored, the greater the awareness of the lack of understanding of what it was. Each discovery, like a medal, had two sides: the first gave good, the second led to chaos and destruction, and answers to questions often gave rise to new ones. The more we used the Zone, carrying its products into the outside world, the more we changed ourselves. And not for the better. Marksman is one of those who is well aware of the danger of prohibited items falling into the wrong hands. But who is he? A lone stalker who goes on raids for swag, risking his life every time, a mutant hunter or something else? The next task that he had to complete seemed ordinary and unremarkable, but how could Metkom know that this would not be so, and his mission would become part of a much larger Game...