About the book: 2017 / “Sofa,” Vitka said in a fallen voice when I came to the laboratory at the silent call of the Korneev-853 double. The double itself fell behind in the corridor, having stumbled upon an unscheduled repair of lamps, and was now thumping dully against a stepladder held by five genies. The sixth one, as I noticed, screwed in the light bulb counterclockwise…»