About the book: 2011 / "Elvira sat on a wide windowsill and looked through the window at the snow-covered street. She held a cup of long-cooled black coffee with both hands. The girl with a dreamy gaze watched the cars passing by the five-story building; the passers-by kept crossing the road in the wrong place. An hour and a half ago, a week before the New Year, her boyfriend called the girl and said that he had been in love with someone else for a month and was dating her. He tried to make excuses and asked for forgiveness for the fact that nothing worked out for them, and for the fact that he confessed not long before such a holiday, which the girl must now spend in splendid isolation with the TV on and a bottle of champagne bought this afternoon for the festive table...."