Here lived for himself, one might say, did not bother the titular adviser in retirement Ignat Silaev. They trampled on the service, well, let them - not only chickens, flying pigeons do not peck money. And it's not boring for him to live in the provincial Topinsk: either the volkolak needs to be caught alive, then the killers from the offended empress will look at the light, or even a Vedun friend will drag him into the swamps to fight a whole pack of mermaids to death. So no, for some goblin again pulled to the service! They beckoned with the rank of college assessor, protection from the intrigues of the imperial wife and a personal airship. Agreed. He slipped into the cold Yakutsk with its spirits and shamans. Now break the bitter brew, flavored with blood, horror and such ancient and black anger that not every brother inquisitor will master without the appearance of gray hair.