But although Antonov’s past was strange, it still did not frighten those around him. The residents were more worried about the behavior of their mysterious neighbor - Antoshka drank gloomily and sternly. He locked himself in his apartment-womb and quietly sucked on all sorts of wisdom liquids. Brawls and screams did not accompany drunkenness, but an eerie atmosphere of nothingness oozed from the apartment, which made one feel uncomfortable - the neighbors imagined ghosts, half-naked girls with plump lips smeared with green paint, kids with adult eyes of despair.