About the book: 2018 / Throwing a party with a rave in the dormitory of an old English college? Easily! Hitch a ride to London and return the next day to the second couple? This is all of me. If only the hated rector of discipline would “leave”... it wouldn’t be life at all, but a fairy tale. Otherwise the bastard clings and doesn’t allow passage. And then... Compromising evidence! To the rector! Yes, such that tomorrow they will “leave”! The only bad thing is that I stopped sleeping at night - I keep thinking about this compromising evidence, I can’t find a place for myself. And when I fall asleep, I dream that I’m ashamed to look people in the eyes. HE! SINGLE VOLUME!