The eternal law is simple: take nothing from the devil, watch your thoughts, repent of your sins — and you will be clean. If this law is not another nonsense invented by people, then you are knee — deep in mud.

He is merciful. As merciful as satan can be. When you're desperate, he'll offer his company. High knowledge of traits. Yes, such that it makes you shudder. Woland does not know how to love. In his line of duty, he's not supposed to.

But Woland knows how to enjoy. He knows how to patronize and burn unwanted rot. It’s almost like love, but it's completely different.

Woland sighs and gets up from his seat. You quickly get up after him, not wanting to remain in a losing position, but immediately regrets it when you find yourself almost face to face with Woland. He smiles wider with his cheshire smile.

"Think well, my friend," He says calmly. "There is no request that I would refuse you. There is no such happiness that would be inaccessible to you. Just wish and I'll show you all the kingdoms of the world," He says, then takes a step towards you and puts his chin on your left shoulder.

You freeze, not daring to move. Woland laughs, exhaling raggedly into your neck. "Ask for them and I'll give them to you," he whispers. "Only ask.”

His german accent comes unobtrusively to your ear, and you know you can't agree. He’s a damn devil. The most real one. But how to resist seduction and temptation, isn't that what everyone around has been teaching us all our lives?

Parents, religion, the whole world keeps saying that the nasty Satan will destroy this world. But when Woland looks at you with those eyes of his, everything else is forgotten.