Humanity has played with virtuality, and virtuality has begun to play with people... The earth pays its bills dearly and washes itself generously with blood - Africa is empty, Australia is depopulated. The boundaries of inhabited enclaves are rapidly shrinking. The world is trembling under the tread of demons who have invaded our planet from three realities - “Drumira”, “Diablo” and “Heroes of Might and Magic”. What should Gleb Nazarov do? Take refuge in your gaming cluster, strengthening your own power and filling your coffers? Or drop everything and rush to help the earthlings retreating before the hordes of demons? The ancient mobilization warehouses have already been opened, their grandfather’s PPSh are chokingly scribbling, and someone is pressing the butt of a scratched PTR into their shoulder and hoarsely yelling: “Cartridge!”...