About the book: year / The house, previously clean and tidy, has faded and faded over the years that Dasha spent away from it. The plaster was crumbling in places, the paint on the window frames was peeling. And the grannies who occupied the bench at the entrance remained only as a memory of childhood. Now on this perch stood a pierced blonde with a cell phone turned on at full volume. The answering machine required her to press this or that number, the girl obediently poked her finger at the buttons.