The street is paved with cobblestones. The shops are already closed, the moon is reflected in the puddles on the road. People don't walk down this street at night. But in one shop, life goes on at night. This shop is full of different old things, household appliances, small furniture, shoes, clothes. A warm light comes from the corner of the shop. To see the source of the light we have to go down the stairs to the basement. William Abigail, a gray-haired old man no taller than a small donkey, works in the cellar. Surrounded by old tattered things, he works on restoring rare and rare dolls. The dolls take on a whole new appearance in his hands. Shortly before dawn he falls asleep at his work table from exhaustion, the dolls allow him to rest after they regain their former strength. They will ask the old man to put them in a beautiful box to avenge, avenge, avenge..
