Allow me to introduce myself: a sorcerer. Great and mighty. A descendant of Scottish magicians and part-time guardian of a tiny Siberian village. Mr Dunbartonshire. Officially certified, massively adored and just as desperately cursed. Capable of getting into the next adventure immediately and without looking back. An eccentric old warlock, a favorite of the gods and a restless awl for Mother Fate. A magic sharper and swindler on the border of the underworld. A terrible dream of horned evil spirits and an eternal headache for the village neighbors. Hurry... Hey, hey! Author! What are you doing?! Here I am... Dedicated to Mr. Dunbartonshire, the true master of good magic...