Moscow in October 1993. An unforgettable impression. After the offensive of the commandant, I return from Old Square to the hotel. The car glides through the "extinct" city - neither people nor transport. We are stopped by the police on a checkpoint - in body armor, helmets and with Kalashnikov on the chest. "Pass". The driver from the garage of the Presidential Administration makes a pass. "Why one print, should there be two today?" Simple scene. “Your documents,” is already a question for me.

The series about the adventures of secret agents of the Main Directorate of the General Staff (until 2010 known as GRU) is gaining strength. With a merciless sequence, Western law enforcement agencies and special services issue another strictly dosed portion of information. To see how the suspects will rush about, what stupid reasons they will offer.