Having made an unfortunate mistake while piloting a sports plane, Kirill Vatsura found himself alone on the open sea. He would have inevitably died if it had not been for the yacht standing nearby, quietly drifting. Kirill climbed aboard, and there... Well, definitely the Flying Dutchman! Bloody traces in the cabins, a strange crew armed to the teeth and landmines stuffed with nuts and nails. Run away from here! Run away from here! At any cost! But Kirill is used to getting into a fight with the enemy, even if the enemy has many times the advantage. He likes the ecstasy of battle and the piercing aggravation of feelings. But hatred suddenly turns into bewilderment. The enemies turn out to be not enemies at all, but a terrible metamorphosis occurs with friends...