The most amazing and most outrageous book by Dmitry Starodubtsev in the author's style of “paradoxical prose”. Brilliantly written and incredibly funny. This is a terribly interesting parable about the new Russians, about crazy money, about the “passion of the flesh that drives humanity” and about the “suffocating hangover”. A masterfully told story about a variety of “clowns”, and also about the king of clowns, the alcoholic Vovochka - a man “Running from Reality” and about the mysterious Nicrobril product. The main character is a disappointed and bored individual who has fully tasted this world, a “lonely sexaholic” and "charming monster" He recognizes himself as a clown, the “Crying Clown.” Subjecting himself to a thorough analysis of the miasma of a decaying society, but at the same time remaining an unbearably suffering romantic, he ultimately states with piercing melancholy: “This life is not from Luke, but at least from the Evil One!”