My name is Konstantin Morozov. They also call me the fixer, the bouncer, a big tough guy, and a reckless brute. I’m a former soldier, and it isn’t easy for someone like me to fit into peaceful life. But I managed. I don’t make millions, but I’m not left without food.
This job I was hired for was supposed to cover a fairly large debt to a siren. But first, I got dumped by werewolves, then rat-people tried to put me on a payment schedule. And it all ended with me having to ask for help from vampires.
As they say—something went wrong…