About the book: 2012 / The world turned upside down - we ourselves turned it upside down. What do you mean by island? The first association generated by this word is a piece of land in the ocean, small or medium, washed by waves. Lost in the middle of the ocean. The stronghold is also an island. A small piece of security in the middle of a sea of ​​anarchy that swept over and washed away, like a tsunami, this crazy world. People's favorite pastime is sex; the second point can be safely put the destruction of their own kind. Only if everyone has sex after reaching a certain age, then taking the life of another intelligent being is given only to a small percentage of the population of our earth. But after 2010, everything changed: all the savagery that had been accumulating in the beast, endowed with reason, spilled out. Moral foundations have completely collapsed, people have broken down. But before the law “Man is a wolf to man” came into force, nature struck. Nobody knows how it all started. But one fine day, a wave of unexplained deaths swept across the globe. Millions of people were taken to hospitals, everyone had the same symptoms: cutting pain in the abdomen, then a day later there was destruction of internal organs, mainly the larynx, intestines, liver - everything that is responsible for interacting with the fluid entering the body. The first autopsies showed that almost all the patients drank not water, but acid, weak enough to kill instantly, but strong enough to kill at all. Scientists went crazy taking samples of various waters, but all of them, from the world's oceans to an ordinary forest spring, were poisoned. The exception was water that had already been poured into plastic bottles and other containers and had no contact with the ground. The moisture that brings life began to bring inevitable death. And then a month later, when they finally managed to come up with a cleaning system, toxic rains began. The water cycle in nature poisoned everything it could. True, it turned out that water is deadly only for people. The animals continued to drink it freely. Humanity struggled for several more years, and then plunged into chaos. The Dark Ages could be considered the height of civilization. This is how strongholds appeared. Small settlements around important objects, protected by soldiers, and behind strong concrete walls ordinary people took refuge, for whom the words morality and law are not an empty phrase. They did not live long, only a few years, one after another they were overwhelmed by waves of chaos, turning them into ashes. Until there was only one left. And I, Kir Danilov, nicknamed Skif, his captain, his law.