About the book: year / Drowning in unformed dreams, Vera every day risked waking up on the outskirts, where the lights of the metropolis no longer reached, and her electricity was barely enough for a lonely light bulb The outskirts framed all the cities of the country and, in general, were part of them, increasing in diameter by tens of kilometers. Like a quagmire, they pulled everyone in with futile attempts to get out of them. But even in the impenetrable darkness you can feel comfort. Vera will have the strength to erase despair from her head, and then life will sparkle with new colors, far from the vile brightness of cold neon. A novel about love. About exorbitant self-love, which hardly allows you to love anyone else. But there can be a little more than exorbitant?..