The main character of the story is a man not only without a name, but also without a surname, without a past. A homeless man who has lost his memory, confuses reality and dreams, who has lost his home, family, name - but not his talent. Fate brings him to the house of a professional artist Mirofan Udishchev, endowed with everything except talent and conscience. What is the meaning of life - in reckless, inspiring creativity that does not bring any income, or in the same reckless pursuit of profit - at any cost, even at the cost of exploiting someone else's talent? Is it time or people to blame for the triumph of mediocrity and meanness that surrounds us? Nikolai Verevochkin poses such questions in his work. The story told by the author is sad, cruel, but... quite real these days.