Meet Dimon. In his dreams, he's an unrecognized philosopher, the terror of the neighborhood, and the frontman of an underground metal band. In reality, he's a skinny guy in a washed-out hoodie, three days into a starvation diet, desperately trying to remember where his late buddy Seryoga hid his last pack of chicken-flavored noodles.

The verdict of his starving friends was harsh but fair: "Time to straighten out some sense." A brief encounter with a flying stool sends Dimon into a deep stupor, right on the other side of reality. Destination: Hell.

Everything would be fine: warmth from free boilers, no utilities, and eternal peace. But there's one problem with the taste of chicken broth. It was here, in the bureaucratic depths of Hell, that treasured pack somehow mysteriously disappeared.

You have less than 24 hours to find the "artifact," outsmart the Demon-Watchman, survive the endless line to see the Receptionist, and return to your body before your friends bury you under the lilac tree outside your building.