About the book: 2022 / Night falls over Bazaar Syzgan. December snow sticks to the windows, and a drifting breeze blows through the empty alleys. The village is getting ready for bed, and one by one the light bulbs in the dusty houses go out. In our homes. Because it is very necessary for each of us to have our own home, in which they will definitely turn on the light for you and feed you rich cabbage soup. And it doesn’t matter where you come from or for how long…