аннотация
A few years ago I watched the performance of Mikhail Zadornov with his monologue «It was getting dark», which I really liked and could not get it out of my mind. Then I decided that I would definitely write something on the same wavelength. But a suitable life situation did not come. And this New Year, at the festive table, one of the guests told a very funny and cautionary tale. It became the plot of this book.
