In books one finds knowledge and makes discoveries, books create dreams... But is there always truth in a book? Prince Belsky, in his hunt for the ancient manuscript of Vseslav “The Sorcerer,” does not neglect anything that will allow him to get closer to his dream, generated by the books he read in childhood. Throwing himself into adventures of search, he is ready to go against his conscience, break rules, make sacrifices, perceiving the world through the prism of his criteria of virtue and reasonable expediency. After all, there is something in the manuscript that will allow him to find protection for his beloved... Or not? Or is it all a figment of his imagination? Just a fetish? Dream ghost?