It's good to be a lonely dragon. Fly among the clouds, you'll get hungry - land, chew a delicious birch tree and fly on. When winter comes, you can build a snowman. Why not life? Especially if you forget that neither aerodynamics nor biology allow you to exist. And about the mountain peak to which you are drawn like a magnet. And about a human female who, for some unknown reason, comes to you in rare erotic dreams. Only one day a strange peasant with a correct, un-peasant speech will ask you to save a witch from the fire, and immediately everything will become bad. Beatings, hard labor, fitful sleep, the dirt of intrigue, the pain of falling, the fear of death and the constant, persistent feeling that you are an idiot, and that everything should have been done wrong from the very beginning. But there will be something else: friends who will not betray, when you expect betrayal; enemies you can't help but fall in love with; and a long, winding, confusing road inside yourself worse than a labyrinth, to understand the main thing - who you are, why you are here, what needs to be done and by what time. There will also be beautifully undressed women, extreme tattoos and wing piercings, hacking a supercomputer through a tunnel, a long a conversation with a silent stone, a platoon of fire-breathing hedgehogs, the invention of the bicycle and other things that dragons don’t really need, without which for some reason they can’t do it. Oh yes, and there will be a wedding, of course, without a wedding—no way at all! But the most important thing is that there will never, ever be loneliness again. And it is right. Because dragons are people too, and they can’t be alone.