Burkok is an 80-year-old man who lives in a country house, far from the nearest village. He once had a garden, but it’s long since been abandoned. He once had fruit trees, but they no longer bear fruit. He has no wife and no children; he lives only with his armor. You see, Mr. Burkok no longer wears ordinary cotton clothes—he wears only steel. Just like himself, he has encased his home in steel, spending years transforming it into a literal fortress. Mr. Burkok’s house is surrounded by pots and pans welded together, stacked like bricks all the way to the roof. No light enters Burkok’s home anymore; the windows have been smothered by the armor, and the door is reinforced with layers of woven, welded steel strips. No one is welcome at Burkok’s house. He has no time for small talk; Mr. Burkok could be under attack at any moment... Sometimes, his enemies leave baskets of poisoned fruit and vegetables at his doorstep. Fools. They think he’d fall for such a trap! They don’t know that Mr. Burkok is too sharp, too alert—he won’t be fooled that easily.