Who would’ve known that you can’t pick up someone else’s cross—and especially a karmic one? I didn’t even suspect something like that. And the little cross seemed so beautiful to me. I picked it up, washed it, and promptly forgot about it. And a week later my life turned upside down! Now I’m forced to go to Siberia. To the Sorcerer—only he can rid me of the burden of someone else’s sins… Of course, I think the Sorcerer is just an ordinary charlatan, and I have no idea what awaits me in the wilderness of the taiga. Then again, I still have to get there!