War is blood and death. And war is also a duel of intellects. And if a particularly valuable internal intelligence officer finds himself alone behind enemy lines, then this is zhu-zhu for a reason. Vitaly Tretyakov, a man with a dangerous reputation and a bunch of corpses behind his back, travels in the rear of enemy troops, and no one - neither enemies nor allies - knows his tasks. It is useless to guess where he will turn at the next moment and what he will do, but it is scary to leave unattended. And only he himself knows what the purpose of the trip is and who is destined to become a target. Will he get to the end of the road, will he complete the task? This is an open question. In the meantime, a road is creeping under the wheels of a car, a motor is roaring, a beautiful woman is sitting next to her... What else does a special agent need to feel happy? Unless there is a whistle of bullets overhead, but there is plenty of this good in any war.