On the outskirts of the city, among the standard new buildings, stands the Gray House, in which the Sphinx, Blind, Lord, Tabaki, Macedonian, Black and many others live. It is not known whether the Lord really comes from a noble family of dragons, but the Blind is really blind, and the Sphinx is wise. Tobacco, of course, is not a jackal, although he loves to profit from someone else's good. Everyone in the House has his own nickname, and one day in it sometimes accommodates as much as we, in the Exterior, cannot live for a whole life. Everyone is accepted or rejected by the House. The house keeps a lot of secrets, and banal "skeletons in closets" are just the most understandable corner of the invisible world, where there is no move from the Exterior, where the usual laws of space-time cease to apply.