About the book: 2020 / If the metropolis around you once turned into an impenetrable thicket, if on the ruins of residential areas giant trees grew, taller than Stalin's skyscrapers, and the usual streets turned out to be being at the mercy of strange plants and even stranger creatures is not a reason to become a beast yourself. Remain human - and it doesn’t matter whether you have a carbine in your hands or a traveling merchant’s knapsack over your shoulders. At a table lined with bottles of mysterious potions and elixirs - or in a university laboratory behind a microscope. Because there will definitely be those who will try to make you a monster, a mutant, worse than a giant spider or a saber-tooth that has already tasted human flesh. But there will be others - those who will open the door and feed you a hearty dinner without asking for money; those who will bandage your wounds received in the battle with forest creatures and people who have become worse than any creatures. And when they need help in a dangerous matter, they will come for you. Because in the Moscow Forest there are very simple values. Knife. Friend. A flask with clean water. A handful of acorns. And a piece of paper on which the path to the nearest housing is marked. And one very simple thought: THERE IS ENOUGH FOREST FOR EVERYONE.