Myths are revived and gods walk in the city. And I am just an ordinary landlord who inherited an old apartment building. Until I discovered that something was not right with my tenants: the Greek girl in 301 was always weaving her destiny late at night; the sound of the Nordic blacksmith in 402 could cause thunderstorms; the oriental old man in 101 liked to plant some grass in the yard that would make him immortal... They always paid their rent on time, and they were very afraid of me. Until the angels and demons started fighting for the block below me. I was wearing pajamas and holding a loudspeaker and opened the window: "Quiet! It's disturbing the residents! If you continue to raise the rent, all the rent will be raised!" In an instant, the gods and demons were silent. I turned around and said to the dumbfounded investigator: "By the way, it's the end of the month, remember to remind your director - he owes me three months of incense money."
