Dog people. Wolf people. People who, by a wild whim of reality, descended not from monkeys, but from dogs. People who are not people. in the usual sense of the word. Centuries ago, they underwent biocorrection that neutralized the most ancient wolf instinct in the world - the instinct of hunting, killing, thirst for blood. But it seems that not everyone passed. Predators hide, hide in the wilderness, but agents who have perfectly mastered the profession of hunters follow the trail of those in whom, wittingly or unwittingly, the “wolf nature” manifests itself... There is a beast in each of us. In dog people. In the wolf people. In humans, who, by a wild whim of reality, descended not from monkeys, but from dogs... What makes a person human? We think - does that mean we exist and are people, even if we don’t look like people? Or... will thought still sooner or later give in, unable to withstand the struggle with the primal instinct of predators? And then - what will happen then? When will the beast that secretly lived in each of us be released?..