All over the world, rectangles suddenly flickered with a starry haze, opening access to who knows where. In an open field, in the mountains, on busy city streets, in basements - all at once, as if a switch had been turned. This was a month ago, and at the same time there were crazy people and daredevils who stepped over the edge. Everyone returned almost immediately - without clothes, dazed and pretty cold. THERE was also the beginning of spring, but wild winds were blowing, chilling the uncovered skin. Because the clothes slipped off like rotten threads, crumbling into dust almost at the same second as the man’s foot stepped into the unknown.

MC, debauchery and buns. Well, portals to another world through which nothing can be carried. Except yourself...