About the book: year / In my old age I decided to return to my native Kuban. Pension, house, apiary. I drove and drove and didn’t get there. Car accident, death and... 1980? Am I again a young driver on a collective farm? There are fields, villages, farms around, and harvesting is just around the corner. Union at its finest! Fairy tale! And most importantly, trouble has not yet happened in my family, and I can prevent it. But first I’ll drag my broken Lawn to the garage. Hey! Comrade! Take it in tow! Eh?! Where are you going?! Oh wait!