"The rest is white" - post-apocalyptic, baked according to the author's recipe. Without nuclear winter and without mutants. And even without a global, unthinkable kick-ass, strictly speaking. Long ago, under its own weight, a massive Babylonian unfinished construction project called the USSR crumbled into dust. Many, having swallowed this fine dust, coughed and sneezed violently. Others' eyes watered for a long time. But in general it was a surprisingly poor special effects, downright bucolic disaster. In the almost thirty years that have passed since the signing of the Belovezhskaya agreements, a lot of water has flown under the bridge and a lot of dust has been washed away. A third of a century is a considerable period of time. All the dead are buried, all the funeral services are served, all the sentences of history are pronounced and carried out. That is why it is so strange and unexpected when the long-dead chimera of the Soviet era suddenly, figuratively speaking, materializes next to you on the sidewalk and , frantically clattering with steel fangs, strives to rip your arm off up to the elbow." from a review by S. Demchenkov