Moscow, 1993. The country is splitting at the seams, the dollar is worth more than blood, and at night the capital belongs to those with guns and a code.

Igor Vlasov — "Vlas", "Murzila". Thirty-four years old, 192 cm of working-man's body and an aristocratic face from a life he was never meant to have. Head of the "Murzilka" syndicate: every port in Moscow is under him — everything that comes in or out by water passes through his hand. On his left hand — two stumps in place of the little and ring fingers; on his right — a gold signet without a stone. Around his neck, under the shirt — his mother's crucifix.

Behind him: an orphan since nine, the children's home, the army in Hungary, the yellow rubber boots that gave him his nickname. Behind him: the axe that took his fingers, and the same axe with which, five minutes later, he cut down five men. He took in the children of the men he killed; now he keeps five orphanages between Moscow and St. Petersburg running on his own money.

Cruel but not evil. Generous to a fault. Recites Pushkin from memory. Loves the water, children, and his own guys. At thirty-four, he has never been in love — and is deeply afraid he has forgotten how.

September 1993. Sanya Makarov — Igor's brother by the army, by snow and bullet, head of the St. Petersburg Artel — is marrying Irina. He called at night on the long-distance line: "Murzila, my gut's uneasy. Come. And bring the guys." Twenty-four hours later Vlasov steps off the "Krasnaya Strela" at Moskovsky Station with half his brotherhood behind him. The wedding at the Astoria — crystal chandeliers, gladioli, "Kombinatsiya" pouring from the speakers, the flower of Moscow and half of Peter around the tables. Igor gave his congratulations, embraced his brother, handed the bride her gift, and placed his men at their positions.

And then, at Irina's shoulder, he saw Ника — and for the first time in years, Vlasov, who was used to counting people in a room like coins in a pocket, caught his gaze on something and stumbled.

Who she is, where from, why here — he doesn't know. Yet.

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