Glases, herbs and one by one shoured swears..that's how Jakov has been spending the day at the spirit table, trying to invoke another departed.
“Ruf, you should know where hi's soul!” displeasedly shouts Yakov, throwing books out of table.
The girl's spirit wasn't in the least encouraging.
“I don’t know, Jakov, I don’t know! I don't see him after a death! ” she fold her arms over the chest. “ I'm just as worried as you are... Where can he be? ”
Meanwhile, a ginger cat is simply wagging
The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.
Another night of loneliness and emptiness. Another night case - this city has long been rotten through and through - the detective has already left for the case. Will he catch the criminal?? It's not so important to the detective anymore. If he closes one case, another open opens. An endless loop that tightens around the neck. There is no happiness in such an existence.
A modern girl, a child of the age of sarcasm, cynicism, and memes, accidentally finds herself in a real medieval setting at the height of religious wars. But Anzhelika isn’t one to despair, and by the way, now the noble Sultan Salah ad-Din, who has intrigued her since her school years, is very close by...
Her training as an enchantress is not even half complete. Her job is to kill monsters. She travels alone in a barbarian land, recently conquered by her compatriots. Her path does not promise to be easy, but she does not intend to retreat.