Rector hides his hands in the pockets of his gray trousers and bows his head to his shoulder: - And that's it? - Still wet. - And that's it? - Stubbornly repeats his question to the magician. - I start to freeze. "The rain is getting worse. I'm already all wet, and from him like water from a goose. - If you don't let go... I will definitely be struck by lightning - I am not lucky - and I will die. And you will have to dispose of the body of a dead adept.