The classic misfit falls into the past, about which he knows everything. His path will be bright and successful, the girls are easy-going and good-looking. The hero of my novel is not a hero, and what’s more, he’s set 45 years in the future, not back? What can he do, who needs him? Is it easy to survive, not for an excellent student or an athlete, but for a Komsomol member in the “beautiful distance”, in our time? I'm not sure... From the author: I wanted to write something serious about us. Although, if it’s about us, then it’s better not to take it seriously. Banter and jokes are better again, but they don’t always save you from the harsh prose of life. Regarding the development of the plot - the citizen will get there for a long time and with taste. And then it turns out that all the pianos have long been removed from the forested area... “Are you interested in balalaikas, comrade? The author has not provided any other tools for you.”