How many of you there still are, girls and boys of various ages, raised by naive parents in the seventies. How many of you there are, so unhappy, not knowing how to be happy. How I long to take pity on you, how I long to help you. To touch you through the Twilight - gently, with no force at all. To give you just a little confidence in yourself, just a bit of optimism, a gram of willpower, a crumb of irony. To help you, so that you can help others. But I can’t.
— The Night Watch - Sergei Lukyanenko