"...Andy's eyes opened. He lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Slowly he got back on to his feet. Luckily, it seemed like no limbs were broken. The scent of candles mixed with the scent of blood into a strange sweet cocktail. He looked around for something to use as a weapon. Whatever it was that had shoved him down the stairs was not around. It probably hadn't expected him to survive the fall. The only thing to hand was a heavy old walking stick with an ornately carved handle. It was better than nothing. He resumed the search..."
There is a deadly, cold-blooded killer out there who is faster and stronger and always seems one step ahead. A mismatched group of allies travel across Siberia in search of this monster. Tucked into their luggage is the only weapon on planet Earth capable of stopping it. The mission is simple enough: seek and destroy. But the clock is ticking...