I'm Fedor Frolov, for Theo's friends. A former goth, a former sniper, and now a real besogon in the snowy village of Piyala near Arkhangelsk. What am I doing here? Yes, as always, I drive away demons and devils that prevent good people from living. Holy water, a prayer book, a cross, silver, and a Russian swear word, where would we be without it...Especially when father Paphnutius is hanged by natural fascists, and his fighting granddaughter falls in love with our Anchutka, the mysterious Yakut woman in diamonds goes on the warpath, horned enemies are pushing ahead, and our faithful Doberman Hess...Oh, Descartes is in my liver, I have nerves too! And a revolver with silver bullets...