He is not who he says he is, and he is so used to pretending to be someone else that he has long forgotten what his own face looks like. He doesn't like to hurt people, but he doesn't part with his brass knuckles and switchblade. He is Peter, Pierre, Pietro and Peter, but no one knows what name he was given at birth. Even he himself doesn’t know this. But try to deal with your own past if you crossed the path of anarchists, gangsters and visiting warlocks! In this world, science has taken the place of religion, steam and electricity have made magic the lot of outcasts, and the nobles with their supernatural talents are deprived of real power. But the dreams of the mechanists about a golden age remained dreams, and the signs of an approaching war, the equal in scope of which humanity had never known before, were becoming more and more obvious...