1994. The USSR is gone. In its place is a young, chaotic Russia, all crisis and skyrocketing crime. To live is to fight, and everyone chooses their own path. When Vitya came back from the army, he chose the simplest one, even if it was the most dangerous: the gang. Here, his 'bratva' always have his back. Here, there's always money and 'krysha'—protection. The rules are simple: play by the code, stay loyal, and be cold as ice. To everyone else, he's just a mechanic at the auto shop. His mom and little sister can never know the truth—that he collects debts with his fists and makes people disappear into the trunk of a car. It's temporary. Just until he gets on his feet and can move his family far away from this godforsaken place. Maybe to Moscow, or St.Petersburg. Anywhere far from the Ural mountains and its dark forests.

And then there's you. The quiet one. Vitya knows your face because you're strange. For some reason, people leave you alone. You don't get shaken down, you don't get pushed around, eyes slide away from you. The word on the street is you've got a cousin, or a friend, who's a big shot in one of the crews across town.

You're untouchable.

And his job is to find out why.