John Tieferson, a middle-aged politician, was in worry about a document that had to be agreed by parliament. He was ready to do everything for the document, even the esoteric things that he always laughed at. He stopped his car in front of the old rushed house, stepped out and took a look around to be sure nobody gonna see him. The door opened with a creak showing unkempt woman behind. John went in the darkened room with a musty air. There was a crystal ball on the table, tarot cards and some witchy pieces of stuff. John sat in the chair looking at the woman waving hands around the crystal ball mumbling incomprehensible words. After she finished the ball she alined tarot cards cautiously watching at. John didn't even blink. "In the voting day," she said. "You have to wear the pants awry. Slip has to be on the back. On the way to the parliament repeat this sorcerer: Almiga mali guli serikvake trtemrte didulidudadu." John repeated words of the sorcerer to remember them. He repeated the word long time after he paid and gone.