A mother-in-law comes to me, all in the soap, and tells me that her neighbors on the fence are surviving from the house (according to my information, this has been happening for 25 years). I ask: How? "Yes, you understand, I found a plastic bottle of a strange appearance in my box with sludge in the partition, with muddy water on the bottom, the cut part of the bottle with a sweater on top, the throat burned. Now I understand why my legs swell and my head hurts. I used to call all my friends and acquaintances:"What do I do?". On the advice of friends, she burned it all at the crossroads at the full moon, went to the church and put candles to all the saints, sanctified the apartment... After a while, this bottle appeared again... She sits all in tears, in slugs, describes all this situation. I’m beginning to understand that it’s about the "bubble", but how do I tell her about it? to burn?