Tale. The story of one boy. “On the night when the old moon has died in the sky, but a new one has not yet been born, you need to go to the distant forest, where the hills begin. There you will find three stones, and an aspen grows among them. You need to stand under it, facing west and call me nameless in the name of the dead, killed and lost. Ask him what you want, but he will demand fresh blood as payment. Give him a glass, no more, otherwise you won’t save yourself.”