If in your soul you’re a goth, by education you’re a philosopher, by military specialty a sniper, and you still haven’t found yourself—drop everything, go, and head to the Russian North!
In a snow-covered village near Arkhangelsk, find the mighty father Pafnutius, and if you can stand on your feet, then you’ll be in the secret Order of the demonslayer…
That means: cross on your neck, prayer book in your hands, a flask of holy water under your coat— a revolver with silver bullets in your pocket—and go on, after the strange doberman named Gess! Honest, faithful, talkative! A system like that is what they love.
P.S. Earlier, I didn’t believe that devils exist either…