The Empire does not feed extra mouths. Since the city is not useful, it is no longer needed. But ordinary residents should not know about this, and under the confident hand of the emperor, archives of “accidents” grow in complete silence. Glory! Hail Empire! Protection, hope and support in a leprous, decaying world! However, there are those who are lucky to survive. Just what to do with this “luck”, when in the morning you are an ordinary high-altitude climber with a successful life, in the evening there are ruins and corpses behind you, and in front of you is only an endless expanse of deadly desert? Comrades in misfortune are also a good choice. A lazy whiner, a former mentor and a couple of newcomers. Who knew that a neighbor with a nasty, arrogant disposition who had fallen on his head would turn out to be not only the last hope for the entire city, but also an excellent teacher?