Dying in the virtual world is not enough, but it is incomparably worse to put yourself under a bullet in an unforgiving reality. It is unlikely that in such a lousy scenario, salvation from death in exchange for a return service in the digital universe will seem such a dubious deal. The game is just a game. But the games started by the special services are held according to incomparably stricter rules, and the lack of choice serves as a bad excuse for those who fell into the millstones of undercover intrigue. However, I really had no choice, and the rescue fee did not seem excessive. Enter the game, become a necromancer, throw malefic hunters off the tail, pass screening, find a person. Who? How could I? What for? Wrong questions. It should have been completely different: why - me? Why John Doe?