“...He stood in the center of Las Vegas, next to some sparkling casino. Cars were rushing through the streets, people were rushing about business, bright advertising shimmered. But no one cared about the strange guy, surprisingly similar to the former king of rock and roll... Elvis’s stomach began to growl - he wanted to eat. And it’s true - there hasn’t been a drop of poppy dew in my mouth for forty years. He rummaged in his pockets to see if there was anything? But, of course, I didn’t find anything. “Those rednecks,” thought Elvis, “they didn’t even give me a couple of bucks for the trip!” He looked around sadly, then wandered off wherever his eyes were looking...