Somewhere... Once upon a time... No, not like that. In the middle of a barren desert, under a hard dark sky, stands City-minus-one. He has always been, and always will be. It is dark and gloomy, but the residents like it - they match it. On the outskirts of the City stands the Broken Sleep Bar. It gathers strange personalities, mixes impossible cocktails, discusses unprecedented cases. And then these things are done. It is possible that this is why you and I are still alive. --Leutenant discharged his thunder for the second time. Flashed very closely distorted by rage, the inverted face of one of the "girls," on the cheeks in streams, like a mad dog, transparent saliva flowed, ugly claws clicked furiously. The impact of the nanocarbon glove sent her flying to the opposite wall. The machine went on a queue of medium length of five to six rounds. He hit an empty store on concrete. Another shot from the revolver seems to be quieter - the ears could not withstand the load. A flash of light illuminated something wet, dark, reaching with its claws towards one of the four.