About the book: 2020 / Denis Sinyukhin’s binge continues and has reached a new, divine level. And gods-drinking buddies are not bullshit, they need a liver! What's next? Cirrhosis? Delirium tremens? Damn, I can’t talk about myself in the third person. In short, I’m in trouble, it seems, don’t play around. Now we need to shy away from every shadow, in the most direct sense. The tower of the local god of darkness has been demolished. What do you think, should we immediately preserve it in a jar and put it on a shelf of war trophies, or should we first try to get a little drunk with it? Oh, yes, we must first figure out how I broke UnInRaL…