About the book: 2010 / It all started as always, from boredom and lack of money. It was the month of May. The five of us sat at Genka’s garage, sipping cheap beer, which would have killed all the residents of Velkopopovitska, like cockroaches from dichlorvos. Babai complained to us that he couldn’t please his girlfriend even by going to a cheap cafe. We sighed sympathetically and tried to somehow calm him down.…