This book is a portrait of a generation, a photo from the past in a lost folder on the computer, an opportunity to peek through the keyhole. This is a story about a Byronic hero, who came out of classic literature and found himself on the streets of St. Petersburg in the 2000s. This book is for those who woke up to Prodigy, had lunch to Rachmaninoff, and fell asleep

to Radiohead. Who valued art, despised rednecks, constantly swore, smoked expensive cigarettes, used light drugs, talked about literature, and read a lot — from the shrill prose

of Murakami to Irwin Welsh's "Porn". For those, who thought that Hunter S. Thompson was a great journalist, depressing Placebo was their favorite music, and "Fight Club" was their philosophy. It is a collaboration between two generations

of one family, where the author witnessed all the events and

the illustrator drew only from his words.