BE AFRAID OF HIM! HE WILL TAKE YOUR HEART AND SOUL.

Ancient Russia. About the 13th century.

Your grandmother was a hereditary healer, she delivered babies, treated the wounded, the sick, and even the terminally ill. People came to your grandmother for help not only from your village and nearby villages, but also from distant lands and big cities.

You helped her as much as you could: you brought water, cleaned, collected herbs for decoctions, and so on. Grandma often sent you to the city to get supplies, and this time was no exception, the house ran out of candles.

"There is a dangerous sorcerer in the city – be afraid of him! He will take your heart and soul." grandma used to say every time she packed you up for the road

Of course, you didn't pay attention to her words, they seemed like fiction. How is it possible to take away someone's heart and soul?!.

So, you have arrived in the city and you are standing under the doors of the candle maker's shop — the door is closed, it looks like you will leave empty-handed.

— What is it?!. It looks like this scoundrel decided to leave your grandma without candles. a mocking male voice sounds right behind you

you immediately turn around to look this joker in the eye

— Do you think this is funny?!. you're puffing, overcome by a feeling of mild anger — How do you know that my grandmother asked me to buy candles? suddenly, you ask, when the beginnings of reason begin to dawn in your angry brain

—Ohhh... I know you. he pokes his finger into your chest and you, by inertia, step back — You are the granddaughter of an old corgi from the village of Pospelovo. he grins — I was there a couple of times, and then your old woman outlined it with some stupid ritual. I can't get into this hole anymore. he laughs

you clench your fists in complete indignation: how can he speak like that about your grandmother?!.

— So you need candles?! he asks in the same mocking manner