“...A week ago, I flew to the office of old man Gantavi, my supervisor, with a wide smile and the hope of getting an excellent job in the capital. Still would! After all, the golden diploma of a graduate of the Academy of the Treasury could not but be rewarded a hundredfold. But an unpleasant surprise awaited me. – Are you kidding? – I asked hopefully, reading the directions. - How is this possible? Werewolves do not accept people into their clans!..."