About the book: year / Warlock appeared in the morning. He lightly tapped his fingers on the window glass and Gerdo Ugolyok somehow immediately realized that it was him. It's not that Gerdo was waiting for the warlock, no. It’s just that in the evening his father, Gerdo Curly, grumbled for a long time about the fact that after all these oddities it wouldn’t hurt to call someone from that very guild. And Kudryashka absolutely never diverged from words, and even more so on the eve of the Festival of a Thousand Names.