Filament, connecting the past and future, life and death, real and invented thinned. Unexpectedly began to give out the presence ghosts, to it hidden on corners, found the persons of essence, allowed to see itself rat king. How accessible like to living? Our hero was thoughtful about it too late. Darkness called him to itself, and he dare not say no to her.Gloomy and tightening history of Ширин Шафиевой, laureate "Russian bonuses", author of novel "Сальса, Spindle and zero G.M.T.".It is said that that, who will fall asleep under a fig, devils will carry away. But in a that summer I did not want of it to think. I rehearsed much, wrote songs, loved the Сайку and dreamed about world glory. By a that summer wind smelled earth and flowering honeysuckle. By I died a that summer. Ordinary joke, inoffensive drawing that very soon grew into the most frightful night nightmare. I did not want to believe in reality of what be going on. But when my death became universal property, and my songs began to twist on radio, I understood that already not in forces to change something. I stood in darkness, surrounded by ghosts and other-worldly creatures, and could not go out to the people. And black dogs-explorers, servants Hecate, came after me, because I did not go to the beyond the grave world.