Mr. Death and the Crazy Witch

Yes, that’s right: when Arina went to pick up an foreign “specialist” from the airfield on her boss’s orders, she was in a state of both sadness and a hangover and, frankly, something not quite right. What did you expect? Not every day does a young, beautiful witch—seriously—get told that she will meet death today. And she met… an English necromancer with a surname that speaks for itself: Mortem. And when she exhaled, with all the breadth of the Russian soul, she ensured his full immersion in the mentality and everyday life of the country he found himself in.

Funny familiars, the house spirit and the forest spirit, a mortar pestle, vodka, dumplings—everything like this: shock and stupor every minute. Now Mr. Death has more than enough of it, both at work and in his leisure time. And it’s his own fault: he shouldn’t have demanded, as a partner, an “crazy” witch.

So, take it—signed and delivered—just try not to go mad. And not to lose your mind and heart… At least until the end of the investigation…