Not long ago, domestic science fiction writers were asked to write a story about how we will defeat the coronavirus, and what a wonderful life will come after victory. This story is my attempt to write a custom piece. Alas, the organizers did not like the story. I was told that it should be shown how the whole world will begin to succumb to the pandemic, Russia alone will be in chocolate and become the absolute world leader. In short, it was proposed to rewrite the story. But I have never done this. As a result, I was left without publication, without a fee, but with a story for which I am not ashamed. Here it is, this story.