It's probably about me and my friends - young and unknown actors, directors, artists, musicians. We are all from different cities, but now we live in Moscow and we are trying to engage in creativity, take place in our careers and personal lives, become happy and finally grow up. It just so happens that all this is happening against the background of a turning point. We are all 25-30 years old, and we are completely confused by what is happening around us. We want to find support in someone or something, but we don't find it. We do not want to remember the past, childhood, because there are too many sick people in it, we are afraid to think about the future, because it is too uncertain, the present is more uncertain than ever.

According to the structure, this is such a "Joyce for dummies", an Odyssey of a young girl in modern Moscow. The heroine is forced to make difficult decisions every day, maneuver between stereotypes imposed by society, the upbringing she received and the desire to match the inner "good girl".

An important part of the book is the childhood memories that haunt the heroine. Childhood spent in Kazan, where Tatar and Russian traditions, Islam and Orthodoxy mix, upbringing in an incomplete family, all members of which have been unsuccessfully trying to cope with the traumas inflicted by the Second World War and Stalin's repressions for generations. They seem to be hinting: "Maybe you can finally cope with all this "amazing" legacy?"

In general, this is a record of my life over the past three years. Starting from postcovid time until today.

One of my friends recently told me that it is difficult to draw conclusions about the present, you can only observe and try to record the events that are happening to you most accurately. Then maybe something will become clearer later. Apparently, this is the principle I try to write on.