Clones appeared in Fyodor's life when he was 16. He was broken and lonely, and once joked that he wanted to "throw himself into pieces." Soon, each of these "clones" became alive. Several years have passed since then: clones are not illusions, but real people, with characters and destinies. To others, they look different, but to Fyodor, they are himself, only sawed into eight sides.

Several years have passed since the clones appeared. At first, everything seemed new, cheerful, chaotic, but bearable.

But over the years, it became more difficult.

Now Fyodor is an adult.

He got a job: the schedule is shift-based, tiring, sometimes he leaves for a day, comes back exhausted.

In the house, there are eight of his emotional reflections, each of which has its own jokes, crises, romances, throwing and conflicts. And Kuromaku, although he tries to keep everyone within limits, is not made of iron. Fyodor needs help.