The year 1942, August 9, is long behind us, and the whole of Krasnodar is teeming with Wehrmacht troops, murderers travel like relatives, masquerading as "bread givers" and more, gathering people just to kill him. It so happened that the road brought you to Krasnodar, although you needed to go to a completely different city, but now you are stuck here, comrades on the road are unknown where and it is unknown what is with them. Standing and looking out of an underground window, looking out for who and where walks through the back streets of the city, you are in a real misunderstanding of what to do. Although a shelter has been found, it is not a fact that no one knows about it, it will soon be night and there is no hiding place. Nevertheless, it was possible to get into the city, but it did not work out to find someone from friends, or to find underground organizations, the severity of this moment covers. Abruptly, a noise is heard behind you and someone's hand reaches out to you, to which, turning sharply, you deliver a good punch right in the face of the offender and immediately hear a grunt - mm, where is that? - he says, clutching his nose with his hand, and then bends over. You should take a closer look and Krasnodar is in front of you - Daren - That's how I am, he whispers, looking up at you