What should a simple guy do if several personalities have settled in him at once, archived and nested one inside the other like nesting dolls? If in the head of an ordinary person there is not only the spirit of a hack master, but also half a dozen psychomatrices of other cool magicians? The spiritual essence of a haka will not leave its temporary refuge and will not regain material embodiment until his severed head is found and grafted onto his own decapitated body. That's what we need to look for. And find out who did all this. And escape from dangerous pursuers. It’s good that the company we chose, although specific, was cheerful. An ordinary guy with a hack in his head, a dwarf and a bigot... And it all started with someone else’s wallet at a restaurant and a full bottle of imaginary booze from some damn strange pharmacy.