No wonder the employees of the agency “Angels of the Millennium” call Valen tin Sergeyevich Svyatykh a walking disaster. A trainee is like a magnet for trouble. So the first independent assignment as an active agent was no exception. The moment he followed the trail of a maniac who systematically destroyed extrasensory people, witches, and wise women in the city, he was immediately hit by a barrage of attacks from all sides. Of course, the maniac was quickly identified and destroyed, but in the last moments before dying he managed to complete a ritual that shook the heavens. No—he wasn’t calling a demon. A child of the Chill… What kind of creature is it, and where can it be found—this apple of discord between the new and ancient gods? No one knows the answer to that question, but everyone—people and gods alike—knows: it must be found urgently. Found and stopped.