Although the flight was listed as daily, there was no bus for a week. In such a wilderness as this, life was probably not fun before, but at least then there was the Internet. Now, in a world of destroyed technologies, the intercity bus remained the only way to communicate...And suddenly, a few meters before the turn, the driver sharply slammed on the brakes. The huge car creaked with an ear-piercing metallic clang, flew off the road into a field, buried itself in the mud and finally stalled.***A sketch of post-apocalyptic everyday life, vaguely reminiscent of life in the post-Soviet hinterland.