The new book of journalism by the classic of Russian literature Yuri Polyakov gives the reader a vivid picture of the phantasmagoric Russian life of the “democracy” era, somewhat reminiscent of the paintings of Bosch: the author is so merciless in his grotesque analytics. As always, Polyakov’s book is a reason to think about what “de-conscience” has led us to and how the obvious “state failure” in combination with the all-out offensive of “hormonal liberalism” may end. Each text by the author is a masterpiece of modern artistic journalism, where the thought is precise and aphoristic, the style is honed, and the ironic metaphor is etched in the memory forever.