In a strange city, not identified on the world map, it is raining. Inspector Harry Fullman goes to the apartment of the robbed Professor Barsukov. An absurd robbery by a crazy physicist will throw the inspector into an unprecedented world, where there is no concept of money and meanness, where the world is ruled by huge plush dragons, where the only one Fulman has been waiting for all his life lives and where there is no... moon! All this is mysteriously and inevitably connected with the inspector himself. The solipsistic nonconformism of this novel grows into the genre of “fairy tales for adults,” forcing the reader to think about himself, about the world around him, about the rain that pours outside the glass window...