From an unfinished autobiography: They called me Nadezhda. I don’t know who joked like that. Well, I’m a fool, so what? There were gaps when the fog went away. I left for good once when I was killed. Maybe he wanted me to remember everything. I ended up in a transfer for young dead magicians. And they straightened the pillar for me! I’ll take a look now... vertebrate. This is so that I can get used to walking upright when I get a new body. When I learn. When will magic be defined? Yes, there are several different “whens”. But now I have a lot of intelligence, but I won’t tell anyone about it. And I won’t finish writing it - it’s a secret. I can sing a song if you want: Your Honor, Madam Foreign, You hugged me warmly, but you just didn’t love me...