Under the heavy clouds of the autumn sky, in St. Petersburg, where the rain flowed like heavenly tears, Andrei walked along the streets shrouded in a gray blanket of fog. Whirlwinds of wind whispered mysterious words, as if foreshadowing a meeting with something inexplicable. Suddenly, his old acquaintance appeared from the darkness. Every year he seemed more and more mysterious, like a ghost emerging from the past. “Andrey, my friend, I invite you to Kranstatt,” his voice sounded, penetrating through the darkness of the autumn evening.