When on the next Monday of the next week I decided to change something in my life, I didn’t think at all that the changes would be so drastic. And agreeing to a tempting job offer, I certainly didn’t expect to find myself in a wooden hut on chicken legs in the role of Baba Yaga. And now I have my own garden, a bathhouse, a contract signed for three years without the right to dismiss at will, and a bunch of local knights dreaming of becoming famous in the fight against world evil. Anyone who argued that any job needs to be changed from time to time clearly did not find himself in a similar situation. But if I can’t quit on my own, then I have to make sure I get fired. The most important thing is to be able to stay alive, and it would be nice to still be of sound mind and good memory.