rats were smarter. They started gnawing on his drums, his car, and even his favorite death metal raincoat," I continued.

– And what happened to the drummer? Ignat asked.

"He moved out the next day. He left behind only a hole in the wall and the smell of rat urine. And I took a huge piece

of cheese to the rat orchestra as a thank you," I replied. – That's the story, Ignat. I think I've got myself into a crime situation after all.

Ignat laughed. – Yeah, you have a talent for attracting trouble! But, frankly, the rat orchestra is brilliant. We will need to take this into account.

"Just remember that you have to pay for rat jazz with cheese,– I warned. – And also… it seems that animal welfare agents are watching me now. They say it's cruel to use rats for musical purposes.

"What are you going to do?" Ignat asked.

– I'll try to negotiate. Maybe I'll offer them rat yoga classes. Or, at the very least, I'll escape into the sewers

and become a citizen of the underworld," I said, sighing. – In general, it's probably time to start another hobby.

Knitting, maybe?

Ignat nodded. "Knitting?" That sounds good. Just imagine:

You're knitting a sweater for a goblin. It's going to be epic! And then my phone rang. I looked at the screen. An unfamiliar number. "Hello?" I replied.

– Hello. It's from the Unicorn Protection Society. We have learned that you… have been in contact with the underworld. And that you were seen in the company of goblins.

I felt cold. The Unicorn Protection Society? How did they know about the sewers?

–Um…I… it's some kind of misunderstanding," I stammered.

"You don't have to lie, mister. We know the truth. And we offer you a choice: either you help us find the missing unicorn… or we'll tell everyone what you were doing in the sewers.

I felt my hands start to shake. The missing unicorn? What kind of nonsense is this?

"What unicorn?" I asked, barely able to keep the tremor out of my voice.

– A unicorn named Rainbow. He disappeared a few days ago. And we suspect that he was abducted by trolls," the voice on the phone replied.

"Trolls?" Why do they need a unicorn? – I asked.

"We don't know. But trolls are treacherous creatures. And they can use the unicorn for their own dark purposes," the voice replied.

–And what do you want from me?" – I asked.

– We want you to help us find the Iris. You are the only one who knows how to get to the underworld. And we are sure that you will be able to help us," the voice replied.

I thought about it. On the one hand, I didn't want to get involved in this crazy story again. On the other hand, I had no choice. The Unicorn Protection Society knew too much.

"Okay,– I said. "I'll help you find the Iris." But with one condition. You will never bother me again. And you'll forget about everything I did in the sewer.

–We agree,– a squeaky voice replied. "I'll meet you at the park tomorrow." At midday.

And the voice went dead.

I looked at Ignat. "I think we're in trouble again,– I said.

"What is it this time?" Ignat asked. "Did the trolls steal the unicorn?"

–Yes,– I replied. "And they're asking me to find him."

Ignat laughed. – That's a twist! The unicorn! The trolls! It seems that the world has finally gone crazy!

"Don't laugh,– I said. – This is serious. If we don't find the Iris, the Unicorn Protection Society will tell everyone about my adventures in the sewers.

Ignat stopped laughing. —Okay, I get it. So tomorrow we're going to look for a unicorn. Well," he sighed, —at least it's

something new. Let's go save the Iris from the clutches of evil trolls. It sounds like a good script for a movie.