I was sure that New Year will pass lonely and predictable - and on December, 31 there was a sorcerer in my shop. And I find out that through his fault I sold to the ordinary people the bewitched fir-tree toys and eleven about anything unsuspecting families appeared in the magic worlds. A sorcerer breaks to rescue them independently, but I disbelieve him, I will trace personally, that he not it admits new errors. Therefore instead of fir-tree, tangerines and оливье I am waited by locks and forests, the past and future, Hollywood and fairy-tale monsters, and yet is the strangest and most important New Year in my life.