About the book: 2020 / Viktor Orlov walked along the snow-blue night street of Moscow and thought about his wife Laura. I imagined how she was there now, in pre-Christmas Paris, whether she missed him, buying gifts and spending money for her sister Alice (who likes to call herself in the French manner - Alice). Most likely, she doesn’t even think about him, she just lives, enjoying a pleasant life for her, swimming in luxury, and someone else’s luxury, and tries not to think about her dull and gray Moscow life, where there is nothing good except correspondence - again with Alice, plans for the next trip, anticipation of meeting my sister and Paris…