The dead don’t understand - detective? There are murders, and antiquarian treasures, and there is also a villain, but! Besides this... a sparkling, rushing, tight (like the cord of a tornado) thirst for love and happiness. Where are the emotions - the dangerous dance of a blizzard, crystal, sharp fragments. And... the tobacco cloud (mystical nebula) of the teacher - who plays his game, playing tricky solitaire games out of people. And very close by is the sophisticated cruelty of the newly-minted puppeteer from “Through the Looking Glass”. Who makes the choice? You choose a mask, a mask for you?