Everyone was killed the same way—shot in the back of the head. That’s how an executioner works. More than thirty people, the owners of prestigious cars, found their final resting place in a secret cemetery of criminals. Colonel Gurov, investigating the case, feels he’s come very close to the answer—after all, a professional killer has already been “hired” for it, he’s being watched nonstop, tried to be intimidated, and pressed from all sides. But when Gurov goes after the trail while it’s hot, nothing can stop him: not a bullet, not threats, not even the “werewolves” that only yesterday seemed like friends.