Konstantin Morozov is my name. They are also called a reshala, bouncer, barn and scumbag. I am a former military man, as I will not easily settle in a peaceful life. But I succeeded. I don't earn millions, but I don't sit without food. This job, for which I was contracted, was supposed to close a rather large debt to the siren. But first they threw me werewolves, then they tried to put rat people on the counter, and it all ended with the fact that I had to turn to vampires for help. As they say - something went wrong...