Following summer, autumn always comes, who doesn’t know it. And for each of us, autumn comes in its own way every year. For me this time it turned out to be dark. I met the otherworldly. Is it funny? No to me. It was. This happened to me. I see in the mirror thick silver at my temple - a trace left by the icy breath of Styx. One Tuesday morning, under the windows of our house, I discovered a corpse...