Be one step away from the goal. Reach out your hand to the key that leads home and... grasp the emptiness. There are trophies. And according to local realities, they are very rich. But the most important thing is missing. The path to his native Earth of the twenty-first century remained closed. Frankly, he likes it here. A practically lost world that has taken the path of rebirth. Open and sparsely populated expanses of the frontier. Hostile nomads and mountaineers. Adrenaline flowing like fire through the veins. In these parts, the husk of civilization falls off a person, revealing his essence. All this is close to Borodin. But he hates it when someone controls his destiny and makes decisions for him. He also doesn't like to lose. The first round was left to the puppeteers. Well, welcome to the second one. The shaman is ready to go to the end. Found one puppeteer base, will find another. So the troubles for these guys are not over. They are just beginning.