About the book: 2012 / "In some house, in some apartment there is a quiet storage room. There is an old one-door wardrobe in that closet. He is a hundred years old, or maybe a little more. The cabinet was made from dark bog oak. He himself is strong and huge, like a magical giant. None of the family even remembered where it came from. Either my grandfather bought it, or my grandfather’s grandfather. Everyone called him in the old manner, respectfully and with a capital letter: Mr. Shkap, and not just a closet, as they say now. And only one local owner, mother Dragomila, looked angrily at the old wardrobe…»