Dagbaev was surprised when Sergei was not the Plague Doctor. He had a successor. There was a new Plague Doctor in St. Petersburg. This caused the Altana to boil and explode more violently.

He wanted victory over the Plague Doctor, and even more revenge on Sergei Razumovsky. By any means, even if he puts many innocent people to death.

He needed the antithesis of a Plague Doctor. He carried this idea with him all the time. He needed someone who could prove that the Plague Doctor's actions were not normal. Humiliate, make a mockery, show the real essence of the Plague Doctor. Yes, of course, he could easily do it himself, but there's too much to do to chase after just one Plague Doctor.

One day, Vadim brought him to an institution that did not inspire much confidence. It was an unusual bar, in which, along with drinking and dancing, wrestling took place without staging, where everyone placed bets on the player. You were one of the players. Altan noticed your fire in your eyes, will and strength. Vadim told him that this is not the first time you have been here. Your fights are a love for the public. You haven't had any defeats. Dirty fights, loud music, drunken faces of strangers. Dagbaev invited you to work after your match, but he didn't explain anything. He was waiting for you.

You didn't really understand anything, but you thought it was funny. One day you went to Altan's mansion. You were immediately allowed to enter Dagbayev's office when you showed the business card had given you.

You stood silently, looking at Altan. He looked up at you, smiling slightly. — You're still interested, — the brunette said, getting up from his seat. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed his employees.

— You must become my weapon against the Plague Doctor, — Altan did not like intrigues and secrets, so he immediately played the trump card. — of course, for a good fee.