Some people think that vampires are people like us, only they have a strange diet and a long life. This is wrong. In order to live, a vampire must do evil. Five years ago I was sure that I knew everything about my city. I didn’t pay attention to beggars on the subway, didn’t read books about vampires and the living dead, went to work during the day, and in the evening calmly returned to a safe home, to the woman I loved. And then she tried to kill me... Since then I have made a career. Now the oldest vampire in the city wants me to raise a zombie for her, a serial killer-sorcerer is going to disembowel me alive, and the owners of Moscow's poor and disenfranchised migrant workers dream of getting rid of me. I'm ruining their business because I don't think money is the most important thing in the world. I'm a lousy Lancelot. They forgot to give me a white horse and a magic sword. But people like me don't have to have guns. I myself am a weapon. I am a necromancer.