As they say: in order to overcome the horrors of the post-apocalyptic world, you need to become such a horror yourself. But this wisdom concerns only weak-willed and spirited people who have neither chimera modifications, nor a laser tank, nor a personal killer dog, nor even an android with a rotary machine gun. And our Zhora, in addition to everything else, is also a Komsomol member, a giant of spirit and a titan of thought. Sometimes. At least his skull strength is appropriate. And so to him, to Comrade Verkhazov, another proverb can be applied... but, no, it’s impossible. He had a great responsibility even before his great power. It’s time to go on a long journey, Zhora, stop mashing the rolls. It's time to go into the forest. The time has come to return the flame and meaning lost to this world.