About the book: year / Southern, seaside... Ancient port city! After an apartment in the northern hemisphere - an entire floor of an old house... Almost a mansion! And such hopeless melancholy. You need to be happy, but there is nothing to do. Hope was frozen to the core. She is a tuber, not a virus, she cannot wait forever for a miracle in the icy darkness. “This is a syndrome. I read it. It even has a name... - I don’t remember now. When life suddenly gets better, there is a severe withdrawal. It will go away, at least, I’ll take some pills.” A year ago, only one shadow flashed in conversations about moving, dryly called the “crime level.” It’s not that he was tall, discussions on the forums were mostly about delicacies and the cleanliness of the beach sand, but still... People in uniform more often had a machine gun on their shoulder, and not just a holster on their belt. However, they were also southern, resort, imposingly large. At least on the boulevards, during the day. "Everything is fine. After all, everything is fine!.. True?"