The name of Sorel Kainz sounds cautiously from the lips of the people of London. Rumor it was he who killed and maimed a dozen brave Lambeth boys under Vauxhall Bridge one April night. This usually gloomy, tired gentleman in a black coat is always followed by the smell of whiskey and gunpowder, for the purchase of which he does not run out of coins: Ludwig, nicknamed Beethoven, properly pays employees of his criminal cell.
However, not many people know that Sorel is so exhausted by nightmares and insomnia that struck him down when he moved to London, as well as a restless heart ― he's apparently fell in love. And not with anyone, but with the murderess who really staged the Vauxhall massacre.