About the book: year / - A long time ago, - sitting down on a bench, Chernomorov began to read in a sing-song voice. “There was only Darkness in the world...” “And Light came out of it,” Vanka interrupted, curling his lips. - I studied well, but... - Only you memorized it. “But I didn’t understand the point,” the academician chuckled. – I have always said and will continue to say that black magic is inseparable from white magic. That there has always been and will be a gradient. And you are proof of that. - We? - You and Gleb. Impenetrable Darkness and blinding Light. You are merged into each other.