The whole city was engulfed in weary sighs and groans. Here, from the window on the second floor of the house, a woman's head with empty eyes protruded slightly, and in the shadow of the apartment one could see a male silhouette, located from behind. There, right in the middle of the street, four men lay in a pyramid, synchronously moving inside each other. Several young girls, whose inner thighs were still dripping with someone's sperm, wandered down the street with indifferent expressions on their faces, looking for partners, but without finding anyone, they just began to be satisfied with each other. All people were emaciated to such an extent that every bone could be counted through their skin, no matter what part of the body it was on. However, sometimes there were those who could not survive exhaustion - more often they were lonely, but also there were couples in different poses that the worms were already eating. And none of the people made any distinctions either by sex or by age.

“Karina?” Fox turned to her, noticing an unhealthy blush on her face.

She did not answer. Instead, she slowly sank to her knees, with hand slid over her pubis under her clothes, and simply obeyed to the town.

“We lost her,” Belyana commented, “Even when I warned her… Although it’s no less interesting why you didn’t get hooked.”

“Actually, I ...” Fox wanted to answer, but quickly came to her senses, noticing already unhealthy grinning on Belyana’s face. “Don’t. Just stop.”

“In the form of an animal or a human? With an animal or a human?” she laughed, under the doomed roar of Fox. “Oh, it seems that the first run is done.”

Karina, arching and throwing her head back, shuddered slightly. However, as soon as she stopped, she returned to her occupation again.

Fox, grimacing a little, threw off a couple of sweat-drenched bodies from the nearest bench, which did not react in any way, and Fox with Belyana sat down on it.

“I suppose, until we get her out of here, she will never stop jerking off? And what to do with it?”

“Pretty much it’s true. But, most likely, nothing,” Belyana answered. “We also could just drag the magician out of here, but it's useless because domain immediately hooked her.”

“Then maybe at least bring a couple of men to please her? It’s a shame she is alone.”

“She will definitely never forget or forgive this ... Although, the more I think about it, the more I like this idea. Her panic attacks are sometimes really exhausting.”

The sound of a horn rang through the area, still quiet, obviously coming from afar.

Fox immediately took off, jumping up the wall of the building, clinging to the windows. Someone unlucky got kicked in the face, but still, didn’t react to it in any way. After surveying the surroundings from the roof of a ten-story building, she simply jumped down, breaking the rather neat asphalt under her.

“We are waiting someone?” Fox asked after stretching her ankle, since a not entirely successful landing happened. “An army in gold chain mails is marching towards us, but I’m pretty sure that no one has idiots without camouflage.”

“Hmm, funny,” answered Belyana. “Grab her, we'll stay at the open door.”

“Eww. Maybe you can wake her up somehow? A whole puddle has already flowed under her. Where does all this liquid come from...”

“Since when does this bother you?”

“As if someone would like to touch something so sticky...” Fox sighed, still throwing Karina on her shoulder, although she did not even think about stopping masturbating. “She will also flood all my hair, do you have any idea how hard to wash it?”

“Don't you think that a haircut to the knees is generally a bad idea for someone pretending to be an Amazon or whatever?”

“It's called a handicap.”

“I'll upset you, but a handicap is when you equalize the chances. And when you demonstrate to others that they are finished, despite the fact that you almost step on your own hair - this is narcissism.”

“She thought of it herself, she quipped about it herself,” Fox shrugged. “The fact that it doesn’t help anyone doesn’t mean that I’m assertive.”

“In general, you could have fun at nights with Karina, and not with hamsters or whoever you put into yourself, you know. Maybe in this case she wouldn’t be hooked,” Belyana sneered, opening the door in the building. “From the boys she shied away anyway.”

“You're judging by yourself again?” Fox also stood at the door, occasionally looking around. “No, actually it's not fucked up enough for you. Sorry for overestimating.”

After some time, a marching step became audible, and with it the muffled sounds of falling objects. Then, the fighters themselves appeared, simply chopping off the heads of everyone who got in their way with their swords.

“I see,” Belyana said. “We're leaving after all.”

And they slammed the door behind them.

There were shelves of books everywhere. Some were relatively new, some so old that some historian could sell his soul for them. In the near corner of the room, where there was a small coffee table and several armchairs, there were also ‘trophies’. As soon as Fox noticed them, she laughed wildly.

“You could at least ... Cover it ...” grabbing air between phrases, she said. “She doesn't like my shelves, huh. From this smiling hag, the blood in the veins freezes. You're just fucking sick.”

In addition to the directly pink crystal with an old woman inside, there was a mirror hanging on the wall, a black notebook was located on a separate pedestal, and there were many other items, the functions of which, if anyone knew, then only their owner.

Belyana just shrugged.

“You’ve completely lost the difference, poor thing. The old woman is dead, and the carriers of those pieces of bodies were pretty much alive, so some still remained.”

“Yeah, yeah, aha, yeah,” Fox snapped, putting the sleeping Karina on one of the chairs. “You're telling me this right in the middle of a collection of evidence that you could just kill the poor old woman, considering her cute, and then pretend that you found her by accident.”

“You shouldn’t have read these books, after all,” Belyana shrugged her shoulders again. “Although your attitude doesn’t change anything, but delusions tend to build on other delusions, eventually creating entire universes. Needless to say, there is nothing true left in such universes?”

“But when I hear this,” Fox said calmly, “You really terrify me. If I didn’t know about your intentions, which were not even explained to me by you, I would definitely try to kill you.”

“Not all knowledge is the same,” Belyana giggled. “Karina thinks she's doing one thing. You think she does something completely different. And which one of you is right? What if no one?”

“One thing I'm sure of is that you constantly taunt me to rip your head off to see if there's anything human left in there. And so I won’t do it on purpose.”

“As you wish,” Belyana laughed and went to the other door of the room, leaving Fox and the sleeping Karina alone.

Sighing, Fox settled into one of the chairs, and began to wipe her clothes and hair with napkins. After some time, Karina stirred.

“Thanks for the lube shampoo,” Fox scoffed, noticing that she woke up.

“I’m sorry,” she replied shyly.

“Oh, you’re really suppressing yourself. I thought she was bullshitting as usual. Forget it, it's fine - at least you don't stink like someone's dead...”

A muffled scream came from the far door. Karina became curious and decided to check it out.

“In your place,” said Fox, “I wouldn’t do this.”

But who would listen? She limped over to the door, opened it slightly and peered inside.

Naked Belyana hung in the middle of the room, tied by the hands with a rope. Her stomach was ripped open, the insides partially hanging over the edges of the wound, and another white-haired girl stood opposite her. One of her hands was in Belyana's mouth, and the second, in a way, copulated right with Belyana’s huge wound, making characteristic sounds. And apparently, she really enjoyed it.

Karina closed the door.

Seeing the whitened face of the returned ghost, Fox only laughed so hard that the bookshelves trembled.

“I warned you.”

“It just seemed to me,” Karina said quietly, rather to herself.

“Actually, you are very wrong,” said Fox, when she had already calmed down. “You treat her like a human and you think she is, but she is definitely isn’t.”

“Who else is she?”

“And here I also have no idea. At the very least, she's just plain fucked up, same as other one, actually.”

In less than a couple of minutes, the door opened and three people came out. Two Belyanas in white dresses and some naked woman, about forty, on a dog leash. However, one of the copies had both eyes blue. Actually, the original Belyana held the leash, and in the other hand she had clean things, similar in style to Karina's clothes.

“Well, you ruined the whole mood,” Belyana scolded Karina. “Instead of just sleeping sweetly, you have to wander everywhere necessarily. Whatever, you still need to change clothes.”

“What the hell is that, anyway?” Fox was surprised to see the arrivals.

“This is Zemlyana, actually,” Belyana calmly replied.

“Yes, I know your fucking clone, or are you her clone, who cares,” Fox said irritably. “I'm talking about the contents of the collar.”

“Ah, really, you haven’t seen her yet - this is Maria. Mary, paw,” Mary held out her hand, in a characteristic gesture, but Fox ignored it.

“Wait,” suddenly alarmed Karina. “That Mary?”

“Well, of course. It would be a shame to leave such good stuff on the road to wallow.”

“I mean, she's older than me! This is nonsense.”

“Oh, don’t pay attention,” Belyana answered evasively. “We spend so much time on the road that the internal clock is easily lost.”

Fox looked at her accusingly, but Karina calmed down, although the answer did not fully suit her. However, who would argue? It is difficult to lose a sense of time in such a way as to lose thirty years.

“The show, of course, is fucking awesome,” Fox said, “But just don’t say that you just popped in here to fuck. What's the matter?”

“Morevna,” Belyana answered with only one word.

“Oh shit,” Fox said doomily.

“What's the problem?” Karina asked.

“Well, how can I tell you ... Do you remember the fairy tale?”

“The one where Koschei abducted her?”

“Yeah,” Fox replied thoughtfully. “Rhetorical question: ‘How can a skinny bastard kidnap a monster that can annihilate an entire army with her bare hands?’ The answer is already in the question itself. This is bullshit.

Once upon a time, one girl was tired of the atrocities of a necromancer, and she decided that it was time to put an end to him. To her displeasure (although I would argue with that), he turned out to be immortal. Did she even start looking for a way to kill him? Oh yes, she quickly discovered how to kill him, and where to find the needle. But since the girl was a little fucked up, instead she decided to go the hard way - she battled with him for several months, without sleep and rest, until he fell completely exhausted.

Well, she hung him on the wall as a trophy for the guests to brag about. For a long time he hung, embittered even more than before.

At some point, the girl gone too feminine herself, and married a village fool. But people don’t change, she became bored, she went for new adventures. She told her hubby not to go into the basement, but fool is a fool. And he went in and gave Koschei water to drink.

I don’t even know where the nonsense about the grateful Koschei came from, he was always that fucker, but still it’s not true. He killed the fool on the spot, sweetly rubbing his hands in anticipation of the suffering of the girl when she returns, and he rode away far, far away.

The girl is returned. The girl suffered. Her love was real.

And it all ended with the fact that she found Koschei, dismembered into small pieces and scattered them all over the world. Well, or so they say, the world may not have been all, but each inhabitant of her island had an ornament with a piece of the body. The funny thing is that his immortality played against him when he decided to piss off not someone, but her.

In general, only one thing pleases - she is about as strong as me.”

“I don't want to upset you,” said Belyana, “But that was before the magic returned to her, and especially before Zemlyana woke up.”

“So it means we fucked up,” was all Fox said. “For some reason I don’t want to play any role in this anymore.”

“Come on, it will be fun,” Belyana giggled. “Maybe I'll ask the old woman to return your eye.”

“Yeah, like hell I believed you, there is still no dough.”

“To be honest, the old woman was the work, and you didn’t do it.”

“I killed the fucking God!”

“Not so much in Alpha was from God,” Belyana shrugged. “Moreover, the old woman gave you the power to do this.”

“How do you piss me off,” growled Fox. “Although, I confess, it became much funnier.”

“If Zemlyana is the source of her powers,” Karina asked, “Why can’t she just take them away?”

“You can’t deprive anyone or anything,” Belyana answered.

“There is nothing to take away,” added Zemlyana, in the same voice, but a little higher tone. “The power comes from the people themselves. Another issue is that without help, they will never have access to it.”

“Most of modern magicians are weak for this very reason - too many generations have passed since their ancestors received this help,” Belyana continued for her. “We can kill the magician, of course, but we are both against it, so let's go the usual way.”

“Still, when you talk for each other, I’m even more sick of you,” Fox finished on this.

***

It was already night outside, and they were walking through the forest. Belyana and Zemlyana held hands, and in the other hand Belyana held a leash on which Mary trudged, whom no one bothered to dress. Karina tried to see the ground in the darkness, but still stumbled every now and then, and Fox entertained herself by counting these stumbles aloud.

Finally, a small hut appeared in front of them. It was surrounded by a fence of human-like bones. Sticks protruded from the fence every meter or two, adorned with luminous little skulls on top.

“No, seriously?” Fox asked when she saw this. “What the hell are we doing here?”

“We don’t have time to catch a storm,” Belyana answered.

“And even if we were, then why, if she has a secret path?” Zemlyana continued.

“I've never been here,” said Karina, “But somehow this place looks familiar. What's this?”

“You see?” Belyana asked Fox. “She is already interested, and you are outraged here.

Hut-hut, if I have to ask you again, I will turn you into firewood.”

There was an offended creak, very similar to a deep sigh, after which the hut turned around its axis, showing the door.

The door opened, and the hostess was already standing in the aisle. A young black-haired woman, with a slightly hawk nose, was wearing only a long shirt, and one of her legs was wrapped with an elastic bandage from the foot to the knee.

“Why are you, dear guests, do not coming in?” in a violin voice, with some strange hoarseness, she asked.

“Because your house stinks like a mortuary,” Fox scolded her. “Who would?”

The woman sniffed defiantly.

“I feel an unwashed dog walking around nearby, oh, my eyes have become bad, I can’t see it,” she said without changing her tone.

“Yeah, who are you fucking, hag. Last time I saw one eye of you, and now you, for sure, have fattened the second one.”

“What a smart bitch. I can’t hide anything from you.”

Fox still could not stand it, and in a rage jumped towards her. The woman just caught Fox by the hand and twisted it behind her back.

“Come on, you know, ‘Lady, forgive the asshole, I won't do it again’,” she said to Fox.

“You'd rather ... Fuck yourself ... With your crooked nose ... Into ass, than get it,” through her teeth, Fox answered.

The laughing woman released her.

“I just missed you,” she justified herself somehow unconvincingly. “So much time has passed, but here, you know, it’s pretty lonely.”

In the end, they still went inside. From the outside, the wooden house may have looked small, but inside it turned out to be a real mansion, and even a two-story one. Actually, the hostess took them to the second floor, where there was a rather cozy kitchen, with a small table in the middle. On the stove, something was boiling in a pot, and on the table itself were plates full of beautifully served food.

Fox said in Karina's ear that she should not eat anything here, even if she was hungry. Karina did not have time to ask why, as the woman turned to her.

“It's the first time we see each other, right? I'm Yaga, and you?”

“Karina,” she answered, and then she realized why the house outside seemed familiar to her. “Yaga? The one? Aren't you supposed to be... Old?”

“At least someone from this company is decently brought up,” she giggled. “It's to scare the kids, and so, I can look like anything.”

“Bullshit,” sharply refuted her assertion Fox. “What do you have in your pot, hag?”

Without waiting for an answer, she simply opened the lid of the pot, and picked up the heavy contents with a ladle. With a shaved child's head, already gray, water flowed down. The eye sockets were empty, and a tongue dangled from a toothless mouth.

“Who knows how much she ate them in order to throw off so many years,” Fox said to Karina. “When I saw her, she was at least twice as old as she is now.”

“Why are you scaring the girl,” Yaga pretended to be offended. “Directly this boy pissed on my fence. Why should I just let him go?”

“No, did you see it? She doesn’t even understand in principle what is wrong in her logical chain,” and after that, Fox turned to Yaga herself. “You do realize that this is the main reason why people even tried to erase your name from their memory, right?”

“I'm sorry,” she answered to Fox somehow sadly. “If no jokes, then I understand everything perfectly. We are to blame for what we ended up with. I don’t expect your understanding, but just let you know that right now I simply have no other choice. We looked for it and didn’t find any.”

Belyana and Zemlyana just nodded in unison when Fox looked at them.

“Disgusting,” she finally said. “That's why I hate you all. I don’t give a fuck about your global problems, and you constantly drag me into them. The entire mood was ruined.”

And she, very dissatisfied, plopped down at the dinner table.

“Since we are done with this circus,” said Belyana, “Let’s get down to business. We need a pass to Buyan.”

“What do I have to do with this?” Yaga asked.

“Mirror,” Zemlyana answered.

“They didn’t even spit on the hand, and immediately to blackmail,” Yaga giggled. “Okay, okay, I'll open the door - it's not worth it to rust further.”

And Karina noticed a small table on which lay a gold coin, a handkerchief and a comb.

“Is that what I think?”

“Take it if you want,” Yaga shrugged. “They're useless anyway.”

She did not need a second offer - having received permission, she immediately put them in her pocket.