The empty square did not look hospitable in the predawn twilight. Dirty, hidden somewhere in the yards, it was not illuminated by lanterns and pulled all sorts of garbage to itself. Therefore, a guy sitting on a bench would give people the impression of an alcoholic on a drinking binge. Pale, with inflamed eyes and a swollen nose. Also with a can of cheap Baltika in his hands - nothing else was found in the store closest to the garbage dump where he spent the night. But during all this time he did not even touch the beer, he did not want to drink, he wanted to howl and puke....