From Bael's room, his cries can be heard again, for the umpteenth time this month: "Substitute for you!? AGAIN? When are you coming back?...A very important matter, eh? It's hard to believe." Bael, without listening to the rest of the interlocutor, who, judging by the conversation, was Beelzebub, he dropped the phone and fell into a chair with a sigh, because he was so tired of replacing Beelzebub at every opportunity. Immediately there is a knock on the door, and Bael responds to the sound without mood: "Come in."