From the discussion of the contest:

XXX: The plot is, the style is, the truth falls into the stamps in places.
The end is equal.
but. No one was killed, buried, raped, asked for a row of aircraft guns, or splashed in gravitational wreaths.
There is no action, no intrigue. All decorations are at the service of such an episode.
Five and a half pieces of burned sugar out of ten.

YYY: If in the story of the Wild West someone was asked for rows of aircraft guns, then it would obviously not be worth believing their own eyes =)

ZZZ: But, by the way, it would be very even conceptual: a break in the fabric of space-time, the above-mentioned LagG flows, behind it a plate with aliens who have flogged from such greed... And finally – Baba Yaga in a stupa. Aggressively swallowing Cotton Bayoon. All this clown makes a couple of twists over the theater building under the music of "Beni Hill" and disappears in the same gap. The Shaman smokes, the Dark in shock, the Light in thoughtfulness. The reverse has time to mark the wing of Lagha in a jump.

YYY: I don't know how Dark, but the author, imagining such a spectacle, is exactly in shock.