Little Nastya firmly knew that she was a hereditary witch, wore pies to brownie Petrovich and believed in fairy tales. Years passed, the girl grew up and understood: fairy tales lie. There are no good old women on the way, giving away magic apples, and no matter how much you kiss the toad, it will not turn into a beautiful prince. But one day everything changed. An old friend returned from the other world, and the rest followed him: an undead hunter, not very kind, but not devoid of charm, a sorcerer, a pretty banshi with outstanding vocal abilities... It's probably time to believe in miracles again.