The final part of the adventures of Yegor Vasin. It was too early to wake up, but the sticky darkness of the nightmare, where I was again a lonely armless disabled person, completely discouraged the desire to continue. In an attempt to drive away the piled-up disgusting feeling of helplessness, he leaned his forehead against the pleasantly cold glass and began to rub his stiff shoulder. It was creepy to feel like a crippled old man again, and even devoid of a source. Hand on heart, not so old I was, but the contrast between my current young and healthy body and what was then... and even the absence of magic without hope of recovery... Yes, well, his devil, I'll dream of nonsense!