It was not without reason that the heart of corporate intelligence master Shubert Ivanovich Borisov sensed something was wrong as soon as the boot of his spacesuit stepped onto the unknown soil of the newly discovered world. Forty-four “Lands”, marching around one star and not included in any register, turned out to be privatized by the military long ago, along with all the wealth that was there. So Schubert saw, smelled and touched alcohol swamps, heroin groves and deserts with golden sand for a very short time... Of course, they took him, of course, they tied him up. And they would have shot, but then, very opportunely, the aliens invaded the system, and the remarkable talents of the master of corporate intelligence were needed by the homeland, which did not yet suspect how much it would cost it...