It was an ordinary morning for a simple capital student, hangover and a temporary loss of memory, and even the neighbor mocks, in general, all the usual bad, but some amount of cash and unusual key, it is not clear from grafted in a pants pocket after yesterday, a little of its diversity.
So my name is Istvan! No no not the Istvan that Asprin, sounds a little different. I'm just a student, who is forced to go to a lot of unnecessary lectures, to get a diploma and a right not to work at the cash register in MakDoonaldse, and on that day the lecture was more unnecessary than usual, black magic, flying on a broom and other Harry Potter. But there we are taught to call familiars, knowledge completely useless, but that it was interesting to try. I personally have tried! And through a veil of mist toward my will to white light was he! Handsome as a god. Great! Mighty! Terribly wise (I often about him and think, "That's terrible because the wise")! It was Beck! (In fact, he is insisting that I described him as himself, I do not think it nice, I like slim girls nimfomanskogo mindset). And he was destined to be my familiar and lead me ... damn much! Vputyvaya in all sorts of adventures! Danger of course, but profitable and interesting! But such a large number of women, as now, my life was not even erotic dreams!