Tarot 'Master and Margarita', XXII, Ace of Wands

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Here they started climbing some wide steps, and Margarita began to think there would be no end to them. She was struck that the front hall of
an ordinary Moscow apartment could contain this extraordinary invisible, yet quite palpable, endless stairway. But the climb ended, and Margarita
realized that she was on a landing. The light came right up to them, and Margarita saw in this light the face of a man, long and black, holding a
little lamp in his hand. Those who in recent days had been so unfortunate as to cross paths with him, would certainly have recognized him even by
the faint tongue of flame from the lamp. It was Koroviev, alias Fagott.

True, Koroviev’s appearance was quite changed. The flickering light was reflected not in the cracked pince-nez, which it had long been time
to throw in the trash, but in a monocle, which, true, was also cracked. The little moustache on his insolent face was twirled up and waxed, and
Koroviev’s blackness was quite simply explained - he was in formal attire. Only his chest was white.

The magician, choirmaster, sorcerer, interpreter - devil knows what he really was - Koroviev, in short, made his bows and, with a broad sweep of
the lamp in the air, invited Margarita to follow him. Azazello disappeared.