It's time for electronic experiments. Minimal-techno, idm, industrial. It rustles, gurgles, and taps. The straight barrel still solves. The suburban urban of the cathedral city of Chthonic Russia. Black smoke from the factory chimney, no more smoke. There is no factory, no smoke… There is nothing ... except the hellbirds, the infernal pilgrims, who are already here and now forever. Not to beg, not to repent.