It was a hot summer night in July 2003 and I was admiring the Eiffel Tower from the open window of a nice penthouse at the Avenue Émile Zola in Paris. I was talking to a Russian friend who told me a strange story about the Devil visiting Moscow. I was listening and I was amused, and the story never left me. It was saved in my brains forever. One year later the images came back. Another Russian friend of mine advised me to read «The Master and Margarita», written by Mikhail Bulgakov. And so I did - I lost my heart in Moscow, and it will stay there forever... Welcome to the wonderful world of «The Master and Margarita»...