What happens if an entire city falls into the past? How will people survive, what passions and intentions will they be guided by?... - I’m reporting! - the pilot began in a slightly muffled voice, - the crew flew around the outskirts of the city. Beyond a twenty-kilometer perimeter, completely foreign land begins, roads and fields end off as if cut off with a knife. Then there is only steppe, and in the north of the city the real taiga begins, something like Siberian. On my order, the plane flew further towards the regional center, but found neither it nor the cities and villages along the way.