Adrenaline flowing through the veins and the collapse of previous barriers. Fights with aborigines, bandits, special services. Life on the edge. This world suited Borodin just right. Here he breathed deeply and became himself. But even one fly in the ointment can spoil a barrel of honey. He, like other earthlings, is here not of his own free will. Some puppeteers threw them into this world and are watching them like insects. And Borodin does not want to put up with this. He had already been one step away from the keys to his home world twice. And both times the hand grabbed the void. Two is a bad number. God loves a trinity!