Egor had to grow up in strange times. Books have been written about this time, films have been made, mountains of lies have been heaped up. But his smell, his breath are remembered only by those who witnessed this time, who breathed his air. The huge, unwieldy country either threatened the world with an atomic bomb, or showered golden rain on the newborn African countries, whose inhabitants had just emerged from the jungle. And she kept her sons in a black body, and nothing, she did it cleverly, and there were neither rich nor poor, because if there are no rich, then how will you understand that the poor are everyone, and the Volga car was considered the unattainable height of well-being and a dacha plot of six acres, and everyone said something slightly different from what they thought, and did something slightly different from what they wanted, and went to party meetings, and unanimously raised their hands, approving the historical decisions of the congress, and were panicked, silently afraid of the authorities, and occupied five rubles until payday, and were returned on time, and stood quietly in endless queues for kefir, doctor's sausage and Caucasus port wine, and a can of saury could only be seen in a holiday grocery order for special distribution, and you could get the book "The Three Musketeers" after turning in twenty kilograms of waste paper...