About the book: year / Third place in the competition "Neo Noir-2019" The rain was already pouring with some kind of completely evil fury. It became impossible to hide from the slanting, piercing thorns of the water. In this city you quickly get used to the dampness, darkness and rain, but getting used to it does not mean agreement. Surprisingly, with so much water pouring from the sky, there was not a single, even more or less sound bridge in the city; all the water was instantly absorbed into the sandy soil, not leaving even a stream.