About the book: 2012 / "— Dimochka, well, it says right there that it’s to the right. — Oksana timidly handed her husband the atlas with a letter unfolded on top of the map. “Would my grandfather really want to deceive me?” The crumpled instructions lying on the “Altai Highways” were written in large, uneven handwriting, with the spelling of a third grader, but it left no doubt. “From Malovo Utkin along the dirt road to the fork, 30 versts, then turn to the right through a clearing, you won’t get lost,” Semyon Akimovich wrote on an antediluvian notebook sheet in a cage, which especially touched his wife. Oksana demonstratively ran her even, manicured fingernail along the lines of the letter, then moved the sheet and I found the location of Freelander on the map. Approximate location, of course, because the car GPS navigator could not report anything intelligible for about forty kilometers…»