Konstantin Morozov is my name. Also called a fixer, a bouncer, a big man and a scumbag. I am a former military man, and it is not easy for someone like me to settle down in civilian life. But I succeeded. I don’t earn millions, but I don’t sit without food. This job that I was contracted to do was supposed to pay off a rather large debt to the siren. But first the werewolves cheated on me, then the ratmen tried to put me on the counter, and it all ended with me having to turn to vampires for help. As they say, something went wrong...