The Black Mass Conspiracy

“What did you learn in the police station? We even little kids know about splitgrass—an herb that tears open things. It grows in the forest. At first glance you can’t tell it from other herbs— but once you throw it into water, all the little strands drift with the current, except for this one—against the flow! Take it in your hands and keep it until the right time. Because if you lay splitgrass on a lock, a bolt, or some other iron thing, it’ll tear that object to pieces!”

And no matter how you turn it, Junior Lieutenant Ivashov can’t get by without advice from Baba Yaga—because in the town of Lukoshkino, in the times of King Gorokh, where he serves, by the will of fate, as a detective voivode, a black Mass is being prepared. And the task of the police—always, in every time—is to find it and neutralize it.