His nickname is Hammerfish. Well, what kind of fish is he? Just wide-set eyes. And so he is a good cook, an honest man, although an idiot, as he was later described. He works for an oligarch named Panibratets, and his life is no different: from the boiler to the saucepan, from the saucepan to the refrigerator... But one day Fish was ordered to go into the owner’s office, where almost no one was allowed (even the office was cleaned by a Japanese robot Imamura). There the Familiar handed him a thick envelope and ordered him to open it at midnight and without witnesses, which the poor cook did. After which fate dragged him through terrible potholes from one test to another... A cheerful, light, sometimes mischievous, sometimes kind book, in whose characters it is simply impossible not to fall in love.