The war with the leadership ended with a strategic retreat to prepared lines. Wife, children, house, car. What else is needed for a quiet life in the turbulent 90s? Bucks and bagpipes? Or is everything useless, there won’t be a quiet life by definition? Another industrial romance with a familiar hero. Did Zhora Miloslavsky shit himself and run away? Pyotr Frolov will rake. Or not? From the author: And again, I was not sure that I would succeed. I’m describing difficult times, I changed my last names just in case so that no one would recognize me. And so that no one is imprisoned for the events described. Readers say it’s readable, they know better.