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2033. Une guerre a décimé la planète. La surface, inhabitable, est désormais livrée à des monstruosités mutantes. Moscou est une ville abandonnée. Les survivants se sont réfugiés dans les profondeurs du métropolitain, où ils ont tant bien que mal organisé des microsociétés de la pénurie.

World War Three wiped out the humankind. The planet is empty now. Huge cities became dust and ashes. Railroads are being eaten by rust. Abandoned satellites hang lonely in their orbits. Radio is mute on all frequencies. The only survivors of the last war were those who made it into the gates of the Metro, the subway system of Moscow city. It's there, hundreds of feet below the ground, in the vaults of what was constructed as the world's largest air-raid shelter, where now people try to outlive the end of days.

The Metro books have put Dmitry Glukhovsky in the vanguard of Russian speculative fiction alongside the creator of Night Watch, Sergei Lukyanenko. A year after the events of Metro 2033, the last few survivors of the apocalypse, surrounded by mutants and monsters, face a terrifying new danger as they hang on for survival in the tunnels of the Moscow Metro. Featuring blistering action, vivid and tough characters, claustrophobic tension and dark satire, the Metro books have become bestsellers across Europe.

After a brief and deadly civil war, in which forbidden weapons were used, Russia is just a fraction of what it used to be. The border of what now proudly calls itself the "Moscow Empire" is set just a few hundred miles away from the capital, by the broad river Volga, now poisoned by the fallout...

Les gens ont besoin de héros, expliqua Homère. Ils ont besoin de mythes. Ils ont besoin de voir la beauté chez les autres pour rester eux-mêmes humains. Qu'est-ce que je vais leur raconter ? Eh bien... une légende. Celle d'Artyom.

2034. La station Sevastopolskaya produit de l'électricité qui alimente le métro moscovite, mais la dernière caravane d'approvisionnement n'est jamais réapparue, pas plus que les groupes de reconnaissance envoyés à sa recherche. Ils seront trois à devoir résoudre cette énigme.

FT Recommended Book on Global Trade War. 'It succeeds both in explaining how global trade works and how it affects things many voters actually care about' – Financial Times. 'My hero on this is Dmitry Grozoubinski, who has written the most beautiful book' – author Rory Stewart. Why Politicians Lie About Trade reveals how international trade really works – the roadblock tariffs, the hard-won deals and the damaging disputes.

In this world, I'm the heir to the princely Morozov line, but I don't have any talent for the magical arts. When my enemies find out I'm alive, they'll definitely come looking for me. I think someday I'll have a warm welcome prepared for them, but in the meantime I have to continue my training, kill demons, and juggle my schoolwork on top of that. Wait up, Imperial Academy! Here I come!

Moskau liegt in Schutt und Asche... Es ist das Jahr 2033. Nach einem verheerenden Krieg liegen weite Teile der Welt in Schutt und Asche. Moskau ist eine Geisterstadt, bevölkert von Mutanten und Ungeheuern. Die wenigen verbliebenen Menschen haben sich in das weit verzweigte U-Bahn-Netz der Hauptstadt zurückgezogen und dort die skurrilsten Gesellschaftsformen entwickelt. Sie leben unter ständiger Bedrohung der monströsen Wesen, die versuchen, von oben in die Metro einzudringen.

Since time immemorial, stability reigned in the Spacetime Ocean. Then Sergey showed up....

Who's a genius? I'm a genius! Zombie workers are the perfect employees. They don't rest, they don't eat, and they don't complain. Business is booming! But...according to the law of karma, if you gain a little, you lose a little. Problems! I'm talking about problems. They're raining down on me, but I never saw what happened coming. How could it be?!

Battles with demons, intrigue, duels, honey traps, and no shortage of adventure in general . . . the heir of a noble lineage certainly leads an eventful life. We wonder what will change once he becomes a prince? Will his troubles multiply exponentially? Will enemies try to smear the good name of the Morozovs? Or will circumstances inexorably make Ivan march off to war?

So your projects are finally coming to fruition and beginning to yield an income worthy of your noble lineage? You've had a chance to grow your business while enjoying all the perks of a young lord's life? Don’t get too comfortable. This world has a new trial in store for you—the academy awaits, and you're about to become a cadet!

I led a quiet life, peacefully ruling the underworld until that mother of *** showed up with her people and angels. They destroyed everything I'd built with so much effort and nearly killed me. But I managed to return! Wait . . . My only disciple and candidate for a new body is a sick kid who's about to die? Are you serious?!

Another chapter in the story of the heir to the Morozov mages. It takes place in a cruel world where ancient bloodlines with magical abilities enjoy power and influence, while Normals devoid of magical gifts are of no use to anyone. This depressing fate was in store for our hero, Ivan, too—he was condemned to death by his father, who was sure that he was as magic-less as a puppet. But Ivan was rescued and brought up by an old warrior, and the head of the Morozov bloodline was able to transfer his gifts to Ivan just before his death—leaving an impostor soul from another world in his body.

Sergey has defeated an incredibly dangerous enemy and earned so many rewards, if he was a hamster, his cheeks would explode. On top of that, he's finally reached Berlin. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a dud, so now he's heading back to Mother Russia.

Why does everything have to be so complicated? How's a guy supposed to run a spacetime shelter, save everybody, and still loot everything that isn't nailed down? And, most importantly, will Sergey ever make it to Berlin? There's only one way to find out!

It all looks bad. While I was resting in the oblivion, the world had changed significantly. I’m going to keep quiet about Reyna, because there are no decent words that can describe what she had done. And all these mortals…they always have problems, and now I, Gauss—God of Death—must make money to pay debts. But at least I have my zombies, who don’t need to be paid!

To save the shelter, Sergey travels to an unknown planet that has suffered the same fate as Earth. But things don't exactly go according to plan . . . and the situation on Earth has gone from bad to worse!

So you died a horrific death in your own world? No problem! Maybe you are exactly what an dying old mage needs to resurrect the princely line of the Morozov family. An old maniac sliced a couple of people to bits right before your eyes? Relax! Now he's your teacher, and he's going to guide you along through life. What? You've actually seen real demons? Huge, ten-foot-tall monsters wielding axes? Take a chill pill! They appear pretty frequently in unexpected places all over the world and wreak destruction.