Who in childhood did not dream of becoming a wizard? I went to my dream consciously and persistently for fifteen years - since the next launch of the hadron collider in Geneva opened a hole in another dimension, from which the magic of a foreign world poured into our reality. Now you can get into a city flooded with representatives of magical foreign races only after passing a bunch of tests for magical abilities... which I solemnly flunked. But will such absurdity stop a purposeful person? Using the chance that turned up, I managed to get to Geneva, where I not only revealed my abilities, but also gained the rarest gift... and to him in addition a whole cart of troubles.