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Finally, the poet Oleh Kotsarev appears before us in a new role as a prose writer. He is a laboratory-style writer who works carefully on every word, which is why this small prose sometimes resembles his own verbosity. In his plot twists, Kotsarev is completely unpredictable. At the moment when the reader is almost one hundred percent sure that the author is going to turn the plot avenue to the right, because there is simply nowhere to turn left, Kotsarev suddenly turns the steering wheel of the plot to the left and with a satisfied smile turns onto the lawn, demolishes a newsagent, and then triumphantly drives into the glass window of a fashion boutique. This is exactly how true catharsis should be.