The world of Styx is great. And almost everything is possible in it. Even such an unlikely coincidence, when a huge city, with millions of inhabitants, finds itself in an almost hopeless situation, because even the smallest number multiplied by infinity... So it turns out that the city, surrounded on all sides by kilometers of territories that slowly kill all living things, and through which a normal person cannot pass, this seemingly large section of life, is deprived of any connection with the outside world, and left to cook in its own juice. Muscovites have no chance of survival, because they do not know even the most banal truths that will allow them to somehow hold on. Although is this whole situation hopeless? After all, this world, the Hive, does not like predestination, and indeed when something is repeated too often.