Dark and somber, the mysterious Friar travels through Russian history from one major battle to another, trying to atone for his mistake. Luxurious cars, crazy parties, careless life in a jacuzzi full of champagne… Andrey Radov didn’t have any of that. Just an old family legend and a cross, his grandfather’s gift. Nothing special about that cross - it didn’t raise the dead and couldn’t turn water into wine. Its best quality seemed to be its price, or so Andrey figured. It all seemed easy: take the cross to a pawn shop, leave with the money, buy a new car. Who would be able to guess that a pawnbroker is secretly a magister of an ancient order that was after the cross for millennia?