Order of the Besogon. Belyanin Andrey Olegovich

I am Fedor Frolov, for theo's friends. The 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 demons and devils that prevent good people from living. Holy water, prayer book, cross, silver, well, and Russian mat, where without it...

especially when the father of Paphnutia is hung by natural fascists, and his fighting granddaughter falls in love with our Anchutka, a mysterious Yakutian enters the path of the war. Diamonds, horned enemies rod ahead, and our faithful Doberman Hess...

oh, Descartes to my liver, I also have nerves! And a nagan with silver bullets...