About the book: 2014 / The chosen one, the unfortunate, the good king, hidden in infancy from enemies and called upon to save the country when his hour struck. Stamps, stamps, stamps, gems of eternal subjects, trampled by herds of epigones, like the steps of a temple - by the soles of idle tourists. In the noosphere, where good has long been no longer even with fists, but with sword and magic, a blaster and a hydrogen bomb, where the positive hero is no longer a walking mouthpiece of virtues, white, boring, cloying, like a lump in semolina, but a brave fellow, whatever manages to hit or shoot first, there is no place for a novel about a righteous man. Is he boring, a prosperous boy from a good family, a teenager and a dropout? Is he funny, Ivanushka the fool, having peaceful conversations with demons and dragons? Is he ridiculous, a white warrior who can’t ride a horse, armed with a smile, a chocolate bar and aspirin? Who needs him in hell, where kickbacks are merrily sawed - a naively naked soul among souls dressed in armor? And what can he do, alone, against a united hell? Only to die nobly? Have you already decided? But hang on, dear public. Edited and annotated by M. Rovna.