In Soviet Moscow, God is dead, but the devil - to say nothing of his retinue of demons, from a loudmouthed, gun-toting tomcat, to the fanged fallen angel Koroviev - is very much alive. As death and destruction spread through the city like wildfire, condemning Moscow's cultural elite to prison cells and body bags.

Bulgakov paints an excellent picture of Stalin’s regime in this allegorical masterpiece. WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY WILL SELFThe devil makes a personal appearance in Moscow accompanied by various demons, including a naked girl and a huge black cat.