Doll! A scary doll chases Ilya Shagunov and whispers in a terrible voice: “I need your eyes...” Small hands are already approaching the boy’s face, distorted with fear. Another moment - and the terrible toy will deprive Ilka of his sight and make him his slave. Run! Save yourself! But the patter of little feet is getting closer, the plastic baby in a lace dress overtakes Shagunov. And along with her on the trail of the poor fellow are the Rising Dead and the Crazy Collector. Death is already breathing down Ilya’s neck. He will either be saved or die! There is no third option...