“Valentin crossed the threshold, a steel door slammed behind him with a roar... and then an arrow whistled... He managed to fall to the floor, letting a crossbow bolt pass over him.” Do you think this is a description of a battle scene in distant knightly times? Nothing like this. Two thousand and ninth year from the Nativity of Christ. An ordinary episode of the everyday work of an active agent of the Millennium Angels office, reliably disguised in the bowels of the FSB. But the clients of this office are very funny: vampires, gnomes, werewolves, trolls and other “fairy-tale” creatures who illegally enter the Earth in search of the sweet life. And all of them must be caught in time in order to, without any special ceremony, kick under... how can I say this more delicately... put them on the right path or, in the language of diplomatic protocol, deport them back to their home worlds. And to do this, believe me, is not so easy, because these creatures are far from fabulous, by no means harmless and not always funny...