About the book: 2020 / “I was a Christmas tree. A fucking fucking Christmas tree! With the inscription “Experience telecom”, yeah. I stood in the middle of the hall and gloomily gulped champagne. Because I didn’t have any “legs.” The trunk was brown, so you understand. And then everything was a flexible frame and frills made of hellishly shiny gold, something with a tough tulle look: “Oh, Varenka.” What magic! You are our fairy tale! And the cap. Serdyuchka would shoot herself with a firecracker out of envy, I answer. In short, someone kill me, finally save me from the shame.!.."