The novel Far after midnight two elves whispered in a dark empty corridor of an inn. The first one was puny, he was dressed in a uniform robe of approximately white color. His carrot-colored pigtailed hairs had hanged dolefully so his hairstyle had looked like a head of medusa Gorgon that got sick of a snake weakness. The elf looked around in fright and shivered on every rustle. The second elf was tall rosy blonde with long luxuriant hairs decorated by silver ribbons. He was dressed in milk-white dandy uniform robe, his short pallium didn’t hided elf’s shapely legs that was forced into Hessian boots above the knees. Behind everyone’s back was hung a quiver with arrows and at the side both elves had a sword required by statute. The sword of first elf was rusty, with ragged sheath. The sword of second elf was beautiful and shiny and its hilt was decorated by a long row of engraved hearts, the evidences of a sweet victories of an incorrigible heartbreaker. The names of elves was Ollo and Herimor. - It was necessary to call Zazzoo, - Ollo hoarse. He cautiously looked around. He wasn’t inspired by idea to catch a scout orc int the creepiest den of a city without any support. – There is nothing to do here without sorcerer. We’ll get a knife at a moment and will not have a time to say ‘oops’! - Stop your wail! – Heremor barked. – Your Zazzoo is a scum! He is fifth son in a pig’s family! He’d seduced my girlfriend! The elf who seduced his comrade’s girlfriend is worst then orc! We do it ourselves, without him! - How do you want to enter without noise?! – Ollo moaned. – The door is locked! - I’ll enter, be sure, - Heremor said.