The color of this prose is red. And the place for this book is on the shelf, next to the dystopian masterpieces of J. Orwell, L. Carroll, T. Tolstoy... The new novel by Anton Chizh - a seemingly absurd fairy tale - conveys a picture of our life much more accurately than the most detailed and truthful report. Absurd. Absurdity. Wildness. I was looking for an office, but ended up in some creepy abandoned factory. And this is in the center of St. Petersburg! And you wander through the rubber-smelling slums in search of a way out, winding around and around, attracting the attention of the inhabitants of the ruins, some evil monsters, and begging them for help. But the answer is the same: “There is no way out!” But that doesn’t happen! There must always be a way out! Or are they still right? And there really is no way out? Not at all...