Halloween night in New York was noisy this year, as if it were the last. The city itself and the suburbs were on their ears. The Ministry was no exception. Monsters gathered to take part in the celebration on the holy night, everyone was beautifully dressed, music was playing, there was noise, glasses and bottles were rattling. Laughter of young vampires, and the wild roar of dancing young she-wolves. Of course, there was a male contingent, too. It was so crowded that there was no room to breathe both inside and outside the abbey castle. And yet it was fun, more incredible than the wildest parties in Gatsby's estate, if you catch my drift. And for Secondo this night was blessed. Judge for yourself: no paperwork, no headaches. Women, thick blood with vodka, beats. He was so drunk that he barely even noticed who he was dancing with and how many times he was holding her in his arms.