It must be admitted that no one knows the exact number of streets in the Old Town of Vilnius. There is no more hope even for the geniuses of the place - they said, one hundred and eight, then they corrected themselves: oh, no, sorry, one hundred and thirty-one! And while we were walking around new unfamiliar neighborhoods and writing down the stories included in the sixth volume of fairy tales, the streets were counted again, and there were one hundred and forty-six of them. This means that instead of the planned five volumes we will have seven. Which, on the one hand, is good news. On the other hand, there is anarchy and chaos, we will complain. Otherwise, in our city, life flows calmly and measuredly: the police make regular raids to catch especially evil demons, city spirits bake cookies, and ordinary Vilnius inhabitants drink cherry beer and have intimate conversations with the abyss, they see dreams and defeat death - everything is as always.