“Max deftly waved his spinning rod and cast the bait to the very reeds at the edge of the shore. Right under the pike's nose. He himself stood on the bow of a beautiful white boat. Tall, slender, wearing black glasses, bare-chested, tanned and muscular, like a living monument to all the fishermen of the coast. Although he resembled ordinary fishermen, exhausted by the life of drunken men, just like a graceful swan resembles a garbage crow. Both the crow and the swan are birds, they both fly, but they look completely different both on the ground and in the sky...”