Vidok. Seeds of malice. Shargorodsky Grigory Konstantinovich

Here he lived, one might say, the title adviser to retired, Ignat Silaev, did not tighten. They flooded from the service, well, let it be-not only chickens, pigeons do not peck. Yes, and he lives in a provincial Topinsk: either wolfolac needs to be caught alive, then the killers from the offended empress will look at the light, or even a team-brow will drag with him in the swamps in order to die with a whole flock of mermaids. So no, behind some goblin again pulled to the service! The rank of a college assessor was beckoned, by protecting from the intrigues of the imperial wife and a personal airship. Agreed. He slipped into a puffed Yakutsk with his spirits and shamans. Now, and get out of a bitter brew, flavored with blood, horror and such ancient and black anger that not every brother inquisitor masters without the appearance of gray hair.