Yuri Odinadyev, a Russian teenager in the arms-manufacturing city of Izhevsk, conforms to very few adolescent conventions. He finds the typical social life to be miserable, synthetic, and uncaring. He revels in brutal academics. He understands the gravity of politics, and how they have an iron grip on his reality. Most importantly, he knows how flawed he truly is. With a mind that fights against his desires for happiness, and an intangible addiction to his closest friend, he has no shortage of convictions. Not even his own body is reliable. In a relatively stable world, he constantly comes undone, a price for his emotional depth and perception. So what happens when every shred of external order is torn from his life? Which will crush him into a miserable pulp first; the world around him, or the world within?