About the book: year / A plump, middle-aged woman was fiddling around the gas stove. Spreading sunflower oil sizzled in the frying pan. Her thick black hair was neatly gathered under a colorful scarf, her green dress fitted her plump body, unceremoniously exposing all the folds of her magnificent flesh. Once upon a time, perhaps, this dress fit her, but now she, as they say, has grown out of it, or, more precisely, crawled out of it. In a low, slightly hoarse voice, the woman sternly asked her husband, who was sitting at the table right there in the room: “I told you why you got involved with this Vaska?” He won't settle accounts with you! He's a former prisoner! For the sake of money, such a person will bury anyone in the forest, look, you too!