1919, Solnechnomorsk. Talented adventurers have become too unexpected: now they are wanted by the Russian and Turkish police. They go to the south of Russia to take possession of the golden scepter of Count Rumyantsev. In pursuit of a precious little thing, terrorists, circus performers and even participating ladies can dress up as them. Meanwhile, Ostap’s mother is approaching the paws of the gloomy Satanist Crowley, in whose treasury, by a mysterious coincidence, there is also a scepter ...
Once leaving the house, Misha got lost. Not that he has forgotten where he is going, no. Misha completely lost control of what was happening. The string of visions in his head spins and does not want to stop. And here the pertinent question arises: if there is an end to life, can there be an end to death?
