Every day is just gray.
At some point, I completely gave up hope of finding anything bright in this life. Even Beskonechnoe leto had become stale and started making me sick. But then... it happened. Sovremennyj Sovjonok came into my life... Khait’s scribblings appeared, and right after that, I felt I had found new dreams and desires.
Hard labor, working 24/7, breaking my back, and behold — I’m already on a “Sevastopol-Krasnoyarsk” flight to meet the God of the New World.
The anticipation of some unreal shit, booze that’s legendary in certain circles, pure datfeel, and the sight of an editor chained to a radiator warmed me from the inside and kept me awake during the flight. The plane landed. The ramp was lowered. I caught a taxi and headed straight to the address Khait had sent me.
Yet I didn't even dare to imagine that it would all lead to THIS...
