If you have a moment of silence and free time, then why not open your tattered office notebook and remember old things... Autumn seems to have just begun to arrive in Lukoshkino. We rested. There were no signs of problems until Baba Yaga managed to tell us a bedtime story. And so it began... Mysterious thefts, desperate chases, demonic mercenaries-triplets, Koshcheev's machinations, elusive poisoners, our Pea's second cousin, a fight in a nunnery, a clerk in matchmaking, Mitka in the cabbage and me with white wings behind my back... Eh, that's all you can’t retell it! And who would believe that all this was for the sake of an old rusty sword?