The city lost its life. Has lost people, lights, cars. The city is destroyed to the ground. He wrapped himself in silence and desolation, like a dull wanderer into his old, time-worn cloak. What is this: war? Epidemic? Disaster? Alexander found the city so when he was alone. One, except for the person saved by him, a patient with schizophrenia. He is dangerous, unpredictable, but to abandon him means to betray him. Together they will seek answers to thousands of questions. The dead city will not immediately reveal its secrets. He knows how to keep secrets, Dead city. In the underground shelter they will be met by the survivors. They created their own distorted world, they divide the captives into worthy and unworthy. Worthy are given to life worthy. The unworthy are killed cold-bloodedly. Alexander is worthy. His companion Mark - no. They are waiting for pain and despair - here, underground. And at the top - barely audible pulse beating the Dead City. He patiently waits for them. Waits, no matter what. He is ready to reveal to them all his secrets. It remains only to go upstairs. Again.