“...The designated inheritance turned out to be so dilapidated that at first I mistook it for a pile of bricks. There was once a two-story house huddled on the very outskirts, away from a small village. A sloping roof, rickety walls and torn shutters - that’s what appeared before my eyes. I didn’t even dare to go inside, I just looked into the cloudy broken window glass: inside the “inheritance” looked even sadder. A snow-white piece of paper was nailed to the front door - it stood out so sharply against the background of peeling paint and cobwebs that it immediately attracted attention: “I’ll buy it.” house for any amount, I pay cash. Prince Kallistrat Dolgoruky.” Next was the phone number and address - by a funny coincidence, it coincided with what was listed on my house. Raising her gaze, she peered into the distance: the castle that the descendant decided to restore was left in pitiful ruins. Like the teeth of a giant dragon, they towered on the hill..."