In 1926, the gray snow of Vienna clung to the boots of Sergei Pankejeff, now a middle-aged man marked by melancholy. He was no longer the young Russian aristocrat who had arrived at Berggasse 19, consumed by phobias and the specter of white wolves. Now, he carried the burden of being the Wolf Man, an enigma in psychoanalysis, whose analytical journey would lead him into a labyrinth of interpretations made by brilliant and distinct minds.