A book about how history and modernity can intertwine with its high-tech, how our man stepped over the border of real and virtual worlds. ------ He did not believe that people can so easily feel the approach of death, especially, while talking about some nonsense. He did not believe the doctors, and regarded her words about the enchanted subject as a desire to find a healing amulet, or elixir. And it turned out that while he was running through healers and temple tenders, Martha died. Now I believed it. I drank bitter for a long time. One, locked in the apartment. In hallucinations I read a hint. "Go, Zakhar, serve the Motherland again. There you will find what the fool Martha asked you for. Remember how she asked"?