About the book: 2008 / “Let's go to nature,” suggested Tolik, lighting a cigarette and dreamily blowing smoke into the sky. The sky was high and pale. A sunny coin rolled along the tops of heavy linden trees. The sparkles fell down and fell into the pond, jumping on the smooth water. - I’ll call Svetka... Denis hesitated. His gaze became boring, like that of a chess lover who finds himself in a company of football fans. “Uh,” he said and fell silent. I could hear a bee buzzing nearby, planning to pollinate an urn full of colored paper wrappers. Denis shooed her away, energetically waving his hand, and sighed heavily: “You and Svetka go together.” I won’t succeed.” “Well,” Tolik was upset, slapping his palm on his knee. And then he became wary. “Do you have any problems?” Denis shrugged. It's always like that with him. Gossip of gossips! But as soon as the matter concerns him personally, he becomes taciturn, and you pull everything out of him with pincers. - Serious problems? - Tolik did not lag behind. - So, nonsense. “Noticing his friend’s suspicious look, he grunted in annoyance. “Well, okay, okay... I have one thorn here.” “A woman?” “A woman,” Denis confirmed. — Dina Azarova. That's her name. Or rather, the name was…»