Description: Evil aliens invade Mother Russia with made of garbage war machines. Cities are on fire, citizens have been destroyed or ran away. But there is still a slight chance to change the outcome of this war. A man from a ghetto. Sport suit, classic shoes, a cap. In the world of procedurally generated robots he possesses a crossbow, a gun, an AK-47, a bazooka, and an insatiable thirst for enemy blood. Or machine oil in this case. The hero we deserve. Actually, he's the only one we've got, so there is no need for complaining. The man is here to say one thing to those mechanical bastards: "This Russia is mine".