yesterday i couldnt sleep... i turned off the light, leaving only a candle burning, the aroma of the sticks was floating beneath the ceiling... the smoke was such a pleasant thing to watch... i thought about Mihazgen, my lost brother... and Al Vovin who promised me to show the way... Oh, Great Bloody Shamiram! if only I could regain my brother! i would regain my past strength with him... the music of the citar became annoying... i ordered my obedient servant to go out. what i needed was the sweet duduk melody... i fell down on my knees and began praying.... tomorrow. tomorrow is a day to be remembered!.. tomorrow, just when the sun rises and mulla begins greeting the Great Powers of this world, Sandra, the Only Relative, and Al Vovin, the Rascal Of Rascals, will begin their sad quest... The quest, in which they either would die - or - find their souls...
From Sandra's memories.