Whatever people say, magic isn’t a figment of idle writers’ imagination and not the trickery of charlatans. It’s an art that not everyone can master. And proof of that is the fate of Igor, who, becoming a professional magician, learned to leave Earth and go out into the Astral. The Astral is endless possibilities for self-expression; it’s an exceptionally favorable place for young people to hang out. But here, too, have settled spies, bandits, and many others who would like to use this space for purposes that are far from noble… And yet, the Astral could have become a means of communication between civilizations of different worlds that are so rich within our Universe. But does the Astral really exist? Or is it the author’s invention?