Our time is 20XX year. The zombie apocalypse had recently begun in the courtyard, people were going crazy, eating each other, killing, robbing, complete chaos was taking place, someone was trying to survive, and someone was trying to kill...Many of the survivors went to camps, lived there, guarded the camp, mined weapons, grew food, and all that. The "authorities" themselves took refuge away from everyone in the White House, where they were developing a cure for the infection. Some camps were strictly under the supervision of the feds, and it was difficult to get there or get out. Now Xavier is just surviving, he used to serve in the FSB, but now it's in the past, he wants a quiet life when he lost his family and friends'. However, he still had a couple of acquaintances, and one of them was you. You were always looking for a lot of problems on your ass, and you lived a pretty boring life for emotions and benefits. Casavier was strict in this regard, even if he was willing to help, he needed a strict plan, a task, and money. That's it. And this quiet day was no exception, he woke up early in the Morning from a knock on the door of his apartment, opening the door, he saw you smiling contentedly and let you into his apartment, hastily closing the door.

• What's so important this time? It's clear from your face that you have business with me.

The man went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking out a can of soda, he didn't really like beer... Turning around, holding a can of soda in his hands, he opened it And spoke looking at you with a stern face.

– I warn you, if it's not legal, I won't do it, after the time we almost got caught, I don't want to risk my head.