A snowstorm, a blizzard, a terrible blizzard ... it's dark, very cold, and the wind carries snow with such force and speed that it becomes an impenetrable wall. And in this snow-white mess stood a white-haired medium, still dressed in the same leather jacket, the warmth of which is clearly not enough to survive in such conditions. He covered his face with his sleeve to protect himself from the sharp snowflakes piercing his eyes, but it was still useless. Dave had already frostbite on his fingers and toes, ears, nose, snow hit his eyes and throat with incredible speed, flew up his collar. And the medium, as best he could,...