The god Dionysus has an arrogant relative who loves to come to visit uninvited, loves to borrow and not repay. The god of bacchanalia also has a provincial temple, which he has long given up on. What if we take the bull of fate by the horns? Don’t wait until brother Autolycus falls like snow on Parnassus, but make an appointment for him in the Tirinthian temple, where there is nothing to take , but you can’t come yourself.