Magic flows through the pipes of this world. You just have to forget about physics, chemistry, biology and other laws of everyday life, and here it is - here. In hand. Alive. Warm. Catch. Mr. Wizard winks slyly, and his yellow eyes glow like two lanterns. With his huge red palms he scoops up the crunchy snow and throws it up. Excited snowflakes indignantly pick up the hem of their skirts, flap their wings, writing out thirty-two fouettés in flight. The wizard catches them in his mouth, like an excited two-year-old discovering snow for the first time. And he doesn’t need a wand, books, spells, stones, other magical attributes... Real magic is done with bare hands. Believe it or not?