This is how it happens! The service area and reserved seat are filled with the smell of a samovar (sorry, titanium), hotly heated with resinous firewood. And Tanya herself, like a merchant’s wife having tea in Kustodiev’s painting, with a drying bag in one hand and a glass of tea in a cup holder in the other, sits importantly in front of the electrical panel. A red-cheeked and satisfied student conductor. Summer 1993. Grace! But Tanya doesn’t know that after the collapse of the USSR, our entire country was shaken and stirred up so much that all the dregs that had previously been quietly and peacefully lying at the bottom, human and fabulous, rose up, moved from their homes and began to roam...