About the book: 2021 / Why am I flying to the country of drunken bears playing balalaikas? It's just that my father, in the midst of a midlife crisis, divorced my mother after twenty-six years of marriage, married a Russian bear, and whittled a little bear. My legacy of the family business, previously beyond doubt that it would be his sole responsibility, is at stake. And now a new contender has appeared. Yes, yes. The bear cub is still small, stupid and harmless. But cubs, like everyone else, grow. And everyone in America knows that Russian bears are only kind in the summer and can share raspberries, but in the winter, out of greed, they suck their own paw to the bone. The text contains: very frankly, love at first sight18+