Stasik Zhbanov, a roofing materials salesman, got divorced, lost his housing, and all respect for himself went with it. He was already ready to sink into gloom, but one night a distant relative showed up—an uncle-werewolf from the magical city of Koshmarinsk—and told Stas that he is a hereditary wizard. Inheritance gave Stas thirty-three square meters from a late witch-grandmother, and if the guy wants to change his унылую life, he must move immediately.
What could be more appealing than magic, a magical city, and mysterious inheritance? Except Koshmarinsk isn’t Hogwarts. Here your neighbors might include a nasty troll and an energy vampire. The city is run by reptiloids; in driving schools they teach former heroes; and arriving zombies can’t get a residence permit because of long queues at state institutions. In this chaos of undead and bureaucracy, you still have to pay taxes and build a business and a personal life. But how do you build it if the father of the girl you like is a real pipefitter-wizard?
The dynamic, funny, ironic—and sometimes sad—saga “33 Magic Meters” will brighten your evening and remind you that magic isn’t only pompous spells, potions, flying brooms, and magic wands—it’s also a huge social responsibility.