I just lived with my dog, dragging out my miserable existence. What exactly the gods didn’t like, I can’t imagine. But for some reason they decided that a drug addict would shoot me in the gateway. And I will find myself... No, not in a coffin sprinkled with earth on top. And not in the morgue. Not even in the oven in which he will be cremated. But just in a different “game”. Naturally, with its own rules, cruel, predatory. But if I want to become not just someone, but someone at least a survivor, and at a maximum - famous, rich, popular - then I will have to try. Although, I don't mind. Ready. Set. The game begins.