Everything was fine with our Strigorushka. Except for one thing - Schrödinger's entropy-ice awl in the appropriate place. This awl is there, but when you look, it is not there. And this awl brought him to the threshold of a new, amazing World... His eyes would not have seen him! There's a lot to do in Belovodye, my beloved Spider. And the maids, somewhat less so, but also beloved. And brother, and Log, and a lot of other things. It’s just such a hit-and-miss fate: once you hit, you always hit. Fortunately, none of ours disappeared in the places of the new hit. And there seems to be a way home.