Our world has always been too fragile: people have been fighting among themselves forever. But there were those who, generation after generation, stood at the edges—defending all of humanity. They were called border guards (gраничары). They have their own call signs, their own weapons, their own magic, and their blunt, rough humor. And they always shoot first! Because the darkness doesn’t like to wait—it’s hungry, and its emissaries are already among us…