The gaze is concentrated, the pupil narrows, the vampire feels someone else's presence. In the depths of the building, among the concrete columns and unfinished brickwork, a creature moves silently, it thinks that no one is aware of its presence. It does not know, it is itself trapped. Silent movements, a pin of shadows gleaming in his hand, the hand steps back, preparing to launch the creation of shadows at the vampire, shackle him in space and finish him off. The vampire stands silently, apparently thinking about something, an easy prey for the hunter. A powerful throw, the air whistles in the complex facets of the "pin of shadows", it rotates around its axis, accelerating its flight. Satisfaction is read in the hunter's eyes. The mission is practically accomplished. But what is it? The vampire raises his hand in the direction of the flying rod, there is a slight hum, similar to the buzz of a microphone, when you bring it to the speakers, and it starts to glow, the artifact instant

- I'll be training new recruits in the basements. - said Baruz, leaving the archive. The door slammed shut. The librarian, after standing for a while, took an armful of books and sat down at the computer. Without looking at the monitor, he quickly tapped on the keys. The noise of the cooler, the flickering of the monitor, such simple things, so quickly fit into the usual life. Modern technology, surrounded by old books. The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes.“I’ll run into the Central Library to see people today, I need to find out something. The librarian thought, not looking up from the monitor.Julia looked at the sleeping Alud. She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, afraid to disturb the wounded man. Her light beige dress pressed into the soft bed, creating clear folds at the hips, smoothly turning into a thin waist. Her crossed legs in black shoes were hidden under the fabric of the dress, just above the knees. Dark, shiny hair, like a monk's hood, fell

7:30 am the familiar sound of a beeping alarm clock. This irritating factor that awakens the brain, forcing you to get up, wash your face half asleep, brush your teeth, put on a fresh shirt. Everything is automatic, everything is done unconsciously, it is a habit. Only twenty minutes later, when the brain finally works, driven by caffeine, it will begin to think.- Oh, well, how can you get enough sleep, again these dreams, again I write until five in the morning. It's good that tomorrow is a day off. I will add a couple of pages, correct it and I will already launch it in circulation, finally all these sleepless nights will benefit. He was sitting at the kitchen table in his three-room apartment on the top floor of a twenty-story apartment building. An ironed white shirt, the top button unbuttoned, a black blue-striped tie hanging loosely around his neck. Black pants blend in with black socks. A middle-aged man, no longer young, but far from old age. Her dark hair is neatly coiffed,

Baruz stood in a large basement equipped with a huge training room. There were bulky exercise machines around, Werewolves were engaged in diligent training. Baruz showed the young werewolves how to hit the sand pears. The older werewolves trained on thick logs driven into the ceiling with chains. Loud bangs rang out in the room. The huge werewolf was throwing punches into the steel barrel with a flourish. The boys looked up from their classes, admiringly watching this spectacle.“Revered Baruz, why aren’t we allowed to train in beast form?” She is stronger and faster. one of the recruits asks.- You are right, young man, but until you prepare your spirit and human body, you will not be able to cope with yourself, you will become a wild unbridled beast.“But why should we train as humans, we are stronger in beast form. - The teenager did not let up.Baruz frowned, looked at the werewolf crushing the metal, then turned back to the teenagers.- You're wrong, knowledge and experience is m

He looked at his watch, the small black hand points to three, the big one to thirty.- Why do I look at the clock? I already know perfectly well that it's half past four now, oh, these habits. Joints crunched. Conrod finished all his work at work, he wrote three articles when his other colleagues did not even finish one. I gave my book to circulation, they promised to do it very quickly, we'll see. Conrod packed a laptop into a bag, turned off the working computer, immediately cutting off the power to the surge protector. At the exit, the taxi he called half an hour ago was already waiting for him."To the central library," he said to the Arab at the wheel. The driver nodded. The car moved off.“ Go across the bridge, there’s a traffic jam at the bottom,” Conrod says.- Chito you chito you, I just came there. Tama is clean. It's longer on the bridge.Don't argue over the bridge.- Harasho, harasho. The yellow taxi drove onto the bridge. Driving over the road, the taxi driver saw a lyi