The Rusty Sword of King Gorokh

If you have a moment of quiet and free time, why not open the battered little service notebook and remember old cases… Autumn, it seems, has just begun coming to Lukoshkino. We rested. Nothing foreshadowed trouble—until Baba Yaga got the idea to tell us a bedtime story. And it started…

Mysterious thefts, desperate chases, bes spirit mercenaries—the triplets, Koshchei’s schemes, elusive poisoners, our Gorokh’s cousin, a fight in a women’s monastery, a deacon at a matchmaking, Mit’ka in the cabbage, and me with white wings on my back…

Oh, you can’t retell it all!

And who would have believed that it was all for an old rusty sword?