About the book: year / Intellectuals, liberals, humanists, sweet-tongued bastards in spacious offices talk about the difficult fate of the lower class. Disdainfully covering their noses when they come to look at the next flooded block. They say that it’s “not so bad” here. Without even imagining what reality actually is. But the reality is this... A dog carcass in an alley on the corner, the suffocating stench of a web of cramped roads. In the shadows and ruins of this place live those whose existence the normal people of Getlond prefer not to know. Along the streets, which are a continuation of the sewers, briskly walking through oily puddles, one of the local scum hurries to work, not as if he does not want to take his place. Floundering senselessly, where they don’t float up. In general, everything is going as usual. Until “she” comes to this wonderful world, wanting to try the local intelligent meat. Take your "HALF A CHANCE" people, live at least five minutes in the shit of another world. And maybe you will still be useful to her.