Baltimore is not the best place to live on a dirty and rather overpopulated Earth. Here, more than three million people lived and breathed, loved and lost, hoped and didn't hope, on this night, just like everyone else. The catastrophe of the eruption hung in the air, and there was a looming feeling that death could come at any moment.

A small war. The beginning of the disaster. The business industry has been compromised and its continued existence is sealed. But the demand for illegal drugs, cheap goods, unscheduled medical procedures and anonymous sex could neither be arrested nor saturated, and so the important thing for Burton's little empire was safety. Will always be safe. The question of how to feed the city's underground hunger was only a tactical one, and Burton could be flexible...

Amos Burton was a tall, stocky, pale-faced man with an amiable smile, a troubled past and a talent for gleeful violence. He will leave Baltimore in its dynamic balance of crime and law, exoticism and materiality, love and emptiness. The number of people who knew and loved him could be counted on one hand and most of them were left behind, and when he left, the city continued to live without him, as if he had never been there.

© translation of abstract geodem