Sooner or later, the chaos and confusion of the post-apocalypse will be replaced by some kind of order. The zombies have been killed. Different races have learned, if not to live in peace, then to coexist more or less tolerably. People, demons, orcs, gnomes ride in the same public transport, work hand in hand, visit the same bars. Even the descendants of vampires acquired a completely peaceful profession... Hmmm. Everything is so, but only until Vitya showed up there...