O blessed city, sung by Scheherazade! High minarets, the chanting of muezzins calling the faithful to evening prayer… And bright stars already blaze in the velvety purple sky. The intoxicating scent of the night, the trembling of the leaves of plane trees. The thunder of Arab steeds—grim guards of order hasten to their barracks. And finally the monotonous tapping of the clapper and the lulling voice: “Sleep, residents of Baghdad, everything is calm! In Baghdad everything is spo…”
Alas! Woe to me! For several days the wisest ruler of the city, Seliim ibn Harun al-Rashid, has known no sleep or peace. Woe to me again! His loyal servant, a high-born lord Shekhmet, prowls through every street and alley searching for a thief of Baghdad named Lev Obolensky!
In short, no mysterious magical forces were left out here…
One day the great rubai-maker Hayyam ibn Omar grew bored and decided to pour his longing into the contents of an ancient jug—and no sooner had he done so than a very black and very cheerful jinn appeared. In joy, the spirit promised to grant three wishes. The old fighter for justice, Hayyam, had long dreamed of a worthy successor. But since the jinn was tipsy—that is, “completely drunk”—our blue-eyed hero, the Muscovite of the new millennium, a hereditary nobleman in… the medieval East…