What can a witcher dream about, whose life is most like a kaleidoscope, in which the picture is constantly changing, each time folding into an increasingly more complex pattern? Of course, about relaxing in some quiet place, where no one will disturb him for at least a couple of days. Alas, Alexander Smolin cannot count on this; too many destinies of very different people and non-humans are intertwined with his own. And if you give up on everything now, deciding that the problems will somehow disappear by themselves, then the likelihood is too great that Fate will not like it at all.