About the book: year / Having set the car alarm, Gleb headed towards the three-story building, waving the keys, whistling something under his breath. He climbed the small steps, pulling the heavy wooden door towards him, finding himself inside a spacious hall that was buried in twilight. The gaze immediately fell on the thin man behind the counter. He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and in his hands he was holding some kind of weighty volume. The pages turned with a quiet rustle, sounding especially clearly in this silence. There was a lamp burning on the counter, probably from the late 20th century..