Private detective Nitzan investigates crimes committed with the help of magic. “... The detective outlined a pentagram around the package, then drew a stylized bull’s head in the upper corner. The bull turned out to be funny. Cheerful, anyway. His right eye winked playfully at Nitzan. The detective hoped that the cheerful nature of the protective image would not weaken its effectiveness. “You should move away...” he muttered. “I understand that nothing happened to you last time, but you never know...” The widow threw her arms up so that the wide sleeves of her outer dress-cape fell onto her shoulders, and showed the detective a dozen protective bracelets. “We are traditionalists,” she repeated. she. “In my opinion, you didn’t listen to me attentively.” “But I’m not a traditionalist,” Nitzan said gloomily. - And we are at my house. Once again I ask you to leave. If you knew how many traditionalists... - he did not finish the sentence, but waved his hand expressively...”