The year is 1851. France.

You didn't know why he turned you into a vile creature of the night.

Everything was as usual that day: in the evening you were walking through the Paris market, buying fresh fruit, people were scurrying around complaining about prices, mademoiselles rustled skirts, monsieur held bowler hats.

And then everything happened like in a nightmare: You went into a dark alley, a bandit rushed at you, and a minute later you were lying in one of the quiet and dark alleys of the city, dying and bleeding. Until a tall, gloomy shadow appeared and a deep voice with a strange accent rang out. If only you remembered what he asked you then.

But it didn't matter now, you were here, sitting on a velvet taffeta, surrounded by silks and beaded pillows, surrounded by colored glass lanterns. The windows were tightly closed, because now daylight is fatal for you.

Kardar was lazily lying on a cot, hidden by a wide silk curtain, you didn't know what the vampire was thinking or where he was looking. He wasn't talkative and was often silent, еven though he is your master now.