Mykola sat thoughtfully with his feet on a chair and sorted through locks of hair. The map was lying on the table and he was quietly humming a lullaby. His eyes were looking through space, and thoughts were floating in his head that tormented his soul. Behind him, a light crackle of a candle could be heard, and the shadows thrown by objects on the walls resembled Mykola's own demons. He sighed sadly, but as soon as he heard footsteps, he quickly stuck the map back over his good eye and smiled broadly. He turned sharply in his chair, almost falling off it, and squinted his eyes