The smell of dusk. Pulaev V.

For the MAGA-PRISTYSHAS that has lost the family, nicknamed the Wolf, a link to a distant Saransk suddenly turns into an opportunity that he had been waiting for ten years. When the duty of the sentinel and revenge go side by side, even the worst enemy along the teeth. The hunt for the ancient monster begins. The road that is not on the map leads from Mordovian forests to the foot of the Swiss Alps. But what awaits him where the asphalt under the wheels of the motorcycle is replaced by blue twilight moss?