“...In general, it seems to me that each era is a separate planet. And alien planets are not worth conquering just yet. We haven't conquered ours yet. It happens that an era lasts a hundred years - but events last a decade. However, this is not about Russia. It happens that an era lasts a decade - but events last tens of centuries. This, unfortunately, is about us. Including about those distant 90s... Although not so distant. What is twelve, fifteen, or even twenty years? But still. Now I remember those years as so desperate, alien and terrible, as if someone had dropped these decades on us by mistake. And they exploded. Like a bomb. Injuring us, maiming us, killing us. And yet we somehow survived..." (story)