They say that with a good submarine, any fool can open a passage in the Glacier. Ha! No matter how it is! I saw what was left of the fools. Such a spectacle. By the way, I am one of those who really know how to open passages, and we are called “moles.” Oh yes! You don’t yet know what a Glacier is. This is an icy anomaly near Kursk, through which we travel to other worlds and bring all sorts of alien consumer goods to Earth. After all, fellow countrymen pay well for other people's goods. It’s a pity that the authorities don’t like our activities. For them, we are smugglers. And I’m also that version of the main character who hasn’t yet gotten involved with a little asshole with a big head, and hasn’t gone on a dubious journey for a freebie. I don’t yet know anything about the structure of the Universe, I’m not betrayed by anyone, and I didn’t participate in star wars for the sake of God’s throne. My partner is still alive, we have just hooked the Leningrad elite on delicious green caviar, and I have two suitcases of money in my hiding place. And I am truly happy. After all, ignorance is bliss...the image on the cover was suggested by I don’t know who, probably the author