The tale of Jurij the Priest begins on the deep pine woods of Siberia. Born to orthodox, educated parents,  well versed in the teachings of Krim, young Jurij had a joyful childhood. Until the age of 11 he had not encountered the apocryphal logic or any problem NP-complete.

In his late teens he met a band of travelers claiming to bear the word of a religious figure by the name of Nerich Matteo. The young mind was stricken with lust for power and glory, tempted by the fragrant almonds brought by the pilgrims. A chasm formed in his mind, driving him ever closer to insanity or eternal sanctuary from the harsh realities of the occult, therein combinatorics practiced by his bloodline.

On his deathbed, Jurij’s eyes lit up, and a wind blew the door of his cottage open. The priest who was at the site to give Jurij his last blessings, yelled out that the spirits of madness had broken free, that Nerich had claimed yet another sacred soul. Indeed, it is said that the ghost of Jurij still haunts  the river of Borisoglebskii, ever trapped in those Dictum Borderlands.

From the annals of the Nikel Institue of Folklore. Translated to English by Ian Whitehouse on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society