The war on the Eastern Front has come to an end, the young armored cavalryman has escaped from the brink of death and madness. The capital of the world unfolds a distant neon light to him, the breath and whispers of ten-level and twenty-level conspiracy linger in his ears, all the tenderness and beauty It was like a false dream. What appeared in front of him was an irresistible temptation and... an insurmountable transparent barrier. If the stories that happened here were similar to the ones you are familiar with...if the people who appeared here were the same as you It is an accident and necessity of history.