The city was screaming. A new shadow had emerged from the cracks of the prestigious medical district—a figure the tabloids were calling "The Surgeon." But this wasn't a man interested in healing.
He crashed through a skylight of an abandoned clinic, glass shattering like diamonds. In the center of the room, under a flickering surgical lamp, stood a man in a pristine white coat, his face hidden behind a ceramic plague doctor mask that looked eerily like the one Igor had faced years before. Major Grom: Il medico della ... 2021 - 136 mi...
"The law is a blunt instrument, Major," the Doctor whispered, holding a silver needle that shimmered with a deadly neurotoxin. "I am the cure." The city was screaming
"You're under arrest," Grom said, his voice low. "For practicing without a license... and for being a murderer." In the center of the room, under a
As the sirens began to wail in the distance, Grom stepped back out into the rain. He pulled his damp cap lower. The city was still sick, maybe. But as long as he was on the beat, it wasn't going under the knife tonight.
"St. Petersburg isn't a patient," Grom growled, stepping into the light. "And you're just another guy who thinks he’s special because he’s got a gimmick."