If you are a goth at heart, a philosopher by education, a sniper by military specialty, and are still looking for yourself, drop everything, go to the Russian North! In a snowy village near Arkhangelsk, find the mighty Father Paphnutius, and if you can stand on your feet, then you will be in the secret Order of Besogons... This means: a cross on your neck, a prayer book in your hands, a flask of holy water in your bosom, a revolver with silver bullets in your pocket - and Let's go get a strange Doberman named Hess! Honest, loyal, talkative! The system loves people like that. P.S. Previously, I also did not believe that demons exist...