I am by no means a writer, much less a science fiction writer. I'm a cop. From fiction in this book, only the very fact of the transfer of the soul from the old cop to the new one. There will be no singing, no progress, no educational work with general secretaries. There will be no salvation for the USSR at all. The same as magic. The cause of the attack of graphomania was the book “Sledak”. Or rather, the fact that its author, about a year and a half ago, froze from the middle of the second part and disappeared from the radar. For about a year he did not respond to any calls or questions from those suffering, and a rumor circulated on the resource that Covid had taken him away. In parallel with their experiences, readers asked their peers to continue Sledak. And I, being in the subject and knowing this specificity, took on an activity that was unusual and alien to me. But, when there were already more than three hundred thousand characters, Basilio, thank God, came to life and issued a continuation. I had to forget about what I had done. And then I decided to remake the little thing to suit my past cop everyday life. And so, now I’ve taken on the first part of “Scoop.”