The revealed truth collapses on Lance fer Skichira in a pile of scattered fragments that have yet to be assembled into a whole canvas. Meanwhile, Yudaina City is boiling like a noodle vat in the black-skinned Dip's diner. Will Shiri-Kegareta and Hadekin fer vis Kri come together in open battle, will Bonjour be drowned in flames and grief? Time will tell... But trouble is close, both the “specialist in solving delicate problems” and his allies are aware of this. And then, completely inopportunely, an old acquaintance turns up with a completely ridiculous assignment... The story becomes more and more confusing, asymmetrical, torn and unpredictable... like jazz, so beloved by Lance fer Skichira... like his life itself, rapidly sliding into the abyss of Bansuri...