Well, friends, have you arrived? I don’t know where it took me and what will happen in the end. I just got tired of editing and organizing my Marhusian Augean stables. I want to shake the fool with all my heart, for some reason I am sure that there will be at least twenty-one readers. And we don’t need more - we don’t need extra building managers. You and I are our own Bulgaevskys. Let those who are too lazy to itch swim in widgets. While I was fooling around with writing, I think I’ve decided on magic. Well, even if it’s just “overdeveloped science.” For people, even the multiplication table is magic, for some. And the post-apocalypse is due to the Invasion. The invasion is an apocalypse, and what comes after it is a post-apocalypse!