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Chapter 8 Sister Lisa was a little surprised by my question, but began to tell me with enthusiasm:   “Hellsing is an elite, the finest military unit in the entire British Empire! They rescue hostages and eliminate terrorists, assist the army in suppressing uprisings in the colonies, and carry out secret missions for the Crown.

Chapter 7 I watched longingly as the police car sped away. When it was out of sight, I realized: Stephen King had decided he couldn’t handle it alone and had called his friends, the Brothers Grimm. Now they would all get their act together and begin writing the next chapter of my life in the

Chapter 6 We left the Central Hospital in a police car. I was seated in the back with my luggage, Mrs. Cole was in the front, and behind the wheel was a policeman, a man in his forties. He looked ordinary, like someone you’d see and forget in five minutes.   According to the officer,

Chapter 5 Mick Douglas sat in the intensive care unit at the General Hospital, drinking coffee. Like a true Englishman, he disliked the drink and considered his fondness for the black stuff a distinctive trait of his cousins. But right now, Mick didn’t care: he was tired and sleepy. His shift had ended an hour

Chapter 4 It was as if I was being carried along by the gentle current of a warm river, with a gentle, hot sun beating down on me from above. Occasionally, sensations of reality would break through the unconsciousness for a few seconds, bringing with them Pain. Because of this, I happily dove back into

Chapter 3 The tragedy that occurred on June 2, 1986, in a small town in Surrey caused a public outcry across the United Kingdom. The superintendent of the police station, upon receiving the report from the officer on duty, filtered the swearing from the rest of the incoherent speech and, speaking in Russian, was simply

Chapter 2 Jake Creevy parked his van in front of yet another cozy, identical house and stepped out. Whistling a cheerful tune, he took a basket of bottles from the back and headed toward the porch. He loved his job: every morning, he delivered only fresh milk and cream to the upstanding citizens of the

Chapter 1 Prologue It’s evening again. It’s annoying to come home to an empty apartment. I can’t even get a cat. With my job, the animal would starve to death, and it’s a shame.   Allow me to introduce myself—Elena Ivanovna Ivanova. Yes, in the 80s, imagination was scarce in orphanages; now we have Stefannas, Zlatas,