This work is the first book in Russia about dangerologists—people who hunt deadly dangerous artifacts from the world’s culture.
Three young Muscovites come to a “casual job” in a remote village of the Volga region: they have to remove a dying fresco from the wall of an abandoned church. The fresco depicts a heretical image of Saint Christopher with a dog’s head. It turns out the village used to be a schismatic hermitage, and the “casual job” is an experience of mysterious dangerologists—“sappers” of world culture. And in the fog of peat fires, the lost historical memory gives rise to a dreadful Psoglavets—either a demon of the schismatics, or a god of the camp guards.
If you like, this is a genre novel—a horror about werewolves. If you like, it’s a new village prose. If you like—it’s a stylization of web-surfing on the theme of the Russian schism. But overall, “Psoglavtsy” is a story about the invisible boundaries of culture and the keepers of those boundaries. Every society has a certain circle of beliefs, and society does not allow a person to leave that circle. And if someone dares to cross the sacred boundary, then monsters rush after them.