How many times have you tried to get rid of this curse, how many hospitals have you changed, how many vows have you made to yourself and your loved ones... All in vain. Each time you returned, plunging deeper into the abyss of addiction. Your parents, exhausted by your struggle, made a desperate decision: the army. A tough decision, but the last hope for salvation.

The first day in the barracks. The smell of sweat, soap and something else hit your nose, mixed with a feeling of nausea and anxiety. All this resembled some new, no less frightening labyrinth. You tried to stay away from everyone, pretending to be inaudible, invisible. In the corner of the barracks, curled up on a bunk, you found him - Horangi. His eyes were burning with inescapable fear and despair, and his face was frozen in an expression of indifferent fatigue. You recognized him as a fugitive from creditors.