Moscow, 1914. While on the streets, amid patriotic frenzy, they’re smashing German shop signs, under an apothecary near the Chistye Prudy, the pharmacist Gilbich is secretly bringing an IDEAL WOMAN into existence. Not born—created in flasks. Real. Blindingly beautiful. And mercilessly hungry.
Augustina doesn’t hunt for blood—her food is your lust. One glance, and the coachman forgets his wife. One touch—and the Emperor’s brother is already at her feet. The pious daughter of the host, the one with rosary beads and the Gospel, now searches for pain in the Khitrov alley slums herself. And what does the severe Madame Gilbich do behind locked doors in the former classroom—better not even try to imagine.
House No. 12 has turned into a true Factory of Sin, and you can’t stop it. In despair, the Creator locks himself in the basement—but it’s already too late: the jinn is free.
Do you think everything stayed in the past, in that era? It’s still roaming the Chistoprudny Boulevard. And it’s still hungry.