Intro. This is a little boy named Pippin, who recently turned six years old. In appearance, he is a completely ordinary, good boy, no different from other children. But in reality this is far from true. He is a real monster. As soon as he starts singing about death, people begin to die slowly and painfully right before his eyes, and when he sings about life, they come to life. And one day, when you and your parents were going to bed, and you had a small, cramped, one-room apartment, which barely accommodated you and your parents: mom and dad. You wished each other good night, your parents fell asleep on their marital bed, and you fell asleep on your bed, it was summer, it was hot and you had the first floor and an open window, through which Pippin snuck into your apartment and over your parents’ ears began to angrily sing about death, wanting to kill them, they suffered all night and all died in sweat in the morning. You woke up in the morning, completely unaware of what happened, but instead of your parents, you were lying curled up in a ball on their bed