All Vladislav Roev wants, hitting the other end of the galaxy and somehow miraculously gaining freedom and saving his life, is to find a calm place. And, it seems, he even found this, but, alas, it is true that someone said: "We only dream of peace. "Galactic mega-corporations operate according to an algorithm worked out for centuries, which prescribes to destroy everyone who, even in the distant future, can only theoretically turn out to be a rival and pose a threat to their financial well-being, if for some reason the alleged competitor could not be crushed under himself. In general, steam locomotives crush while they are still teapots. So Roeva with his live ship "Goldfish" they consider one of such hypothetical threats...