About the book: year / Okr took off the comfortable clothes in which he went to the washbasin and carefully pulled on his stockings. Then he carefully smoothed out all the wrinkles and stood up. Then he put his legs into leather anaxarides, pulled them up to his waist and tied a lace in front. He looked carefully at the knot, untied it and re-tied it. The knot seemed sloppy to him. And the second time the tightened skin lay somehow incorrectly. Only on the fourth attempt did Okr achieve the desired result. It doesn’t matter that this lace will be hidden under the shirt and no one will see it, but OCD himself will know about it and feel insecure.