About the book: year / It was already about 11 pm. Although there was a date on the calendar that only meant the end of June, it was a little dark outside. The clouds that rolled in towards evening brought with them not only a light drizzle, but also significantly thickened the darkness. A middle-aged man was returning home. He was in high spirits, although in the morning he felt out of place. The man walked with a cheerful gait, whistling something bravura to himself on his tray. In his breast pocket, two thick stacks of banknotes with an image of a building in the Art Nouveau style crunched pleasantly. This crunch inspired optimism and confidence in the future. He was not a poor man, forced to survive and work from paycheck to paycheck, but extra money never bothered him. Moreover, he rarely had to perform such tasks as the day before. At first he was afraid when he was asked to carry out an urgent assignment involving the risk of his life. He even began to refuse it, but he was quickly reminded of his own past, in which he had repeatedly performed similar work, and he, still hesitating and struggling for the sake of decency, nevertheless agreed. Moreover, the fee was promised to be very, very good in these times of crisis. And they didn’t deceive me. They gave everything away at once. After completing the task, he spent the entire day driving around Moscow, covering his tracks and checking to see if there was a “tail” behind him. But everything was quiet and calm. Moscow, which had fallen into a trance from the grandiose terrorist attack that took place that morning, had absolutely no time for him. And although there were patrols reinforced with armored vehicles at almost all the intersections of the capital, no one stopped him or asked for documents. Why ask them? They were completely fine. True, the car was not his, but a friend’s, but the power of attorney was correctly drawn up, and there was absolutely nothing to complain about here. More than once during the day, he praised himself for the foresight shown in the fact that he did not go on the mission in his own car. And now, having parked it, I stomped home, in anticipation of a warm bath, a terry robe and a bottle of Chianti. He only had to walk about fifty meters to the house when, entering the arch of a neighboring building, someone called out to him from behind: “Hey, man!” Oh wait a minute!