Vidok. Seeds of anger

Here he lived, one might say, did not tighten the titular adviser in retired Ignat Silaev. They flooded from the service, well, let it be-not only chickens, pigeons do not peck. Yes, and he lives boring in the provincial Topinsk: either the wolfolak needs to be caught alive, then the killers from the offended empress will look at the light, or even the Vedun’s friend will drag with him to the swamps to death with a whole flock of mermaids. So no, behind some goblin again pulled to the service! The rank of college assessor was beckoned, by protecting against the intrigues of the imperial wife and a personal airship. Agreed. He slipped into a puffed Yakutsk with his spirits and shamans. Now, and make 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