Black beaver tail key case with ad old key Drasvi Venn X KOROB KOROB

The blacksmith goes out of the forest, goes to the market. At the market there is noise and fuss, hustle and bustle. Only in one corner there is silence and peace. In that corner stands a chest, a heavy lock on the chest. He asks who the seller is - no answer. He takes the chest, drags it into the forest. He walks past the aspens - the chest pulls him down to the ground; he walks past the birches - it is as light as a feather.

A key with a case Drasvi Venn X KOROB KOROB. Beaver tail, ancient key, leather lace, sorcery.