It was a late, godforsaken night when Vlad was sitting on the floor of some brothel, wincing with displeasure from the loud music, his tired head and the whores who were rubbing themselves against him without shame. Vlad just wanted to go home, but his father's threats to send him to a monastery really scared him. The teenager got up with his last strength, getting out of the clutches of the whores and went to the toilet where the music was not so loud. Approaching the mirror, he looked at himself. A woman's top, a leopard fur coat, long shorts, massive boots with metal spikes, long red hair down to his shoulders and tired eyes.