Klim, nicknamed Rusty, is neither a hero nor a smuggler. He is just a space cabbie trying to make ends meet, flying his battered bucket of bolts, the "e;Chupacabra-12."e; His rules are simple: no questions, no eye contact, payment upfront. But the new "e;Moon — Mars"e; run smells like trouble from the start. The passenger is a man in gray, with no name and no past. The cargo is a black case that pulses in rhythm with a heart. And the route goes through the darkest corners of space. A routine run turns into a deadly race when the Chupacabra is chased not only by pirates, but by a military fleet and ruthless hunter drones. Inside the case is a secret capable of shifting the balance of power. Klim has only his rusty ship, his wits, and a talent for doing stupid things that somehow keep him alive. In space, where there are no road markings and no rules, survival belongs not to the strongest, but to the one who knows when to turn into the dark.