When an ordinary Monday divides your life into before and after, breaking your heart into pieces and taking away your hope for happiness, you can only hope that fate will give you a little time to pick yourself up piece by piece and try to find your love again. Being at a crossroads, I did not at all expect that this wayward person had completely different plans, and without a twinge of conscience she would give me another “gift”. Dark fairy you say? Battle with evil? Did anyone ask me? But there is nothing to do, because the Russian woman and the galloping horse, and into the hut... well, you understand.