It is raining in the seaside town of Kekropol. Drunks sit in bars, the police catch criminals, and bikers harass girls who came to work from bombed-out Khalpa. A hungry Minotaur is wandering in the city of Kekropol, and Theseus, a professional wrestler from the Eleusis club, is looking for a way in this labyrinth, otherwise the chain of murders will wrap around Kekropolis three times. Where are the gods looking? Or do we simply call them gods for lack of a better word?! The story of Theseus and the Minotaur is known to everyone. In the book by G. L. Oldie, it is told differently, forcing us to think: are we, the children of civilization, armed with gadgets and pistols, so different from the helmeted heroes of Ancient Hellas? Or maybe the Minotaur is the great equalizer?