On March 23, Ulyanovsk, the outskirts of the city, the morning, the sun, the droplets... Going through the slopes, I notice how a car stops near the garbage tanks and an elegantly dressed man, looking around and sitting down, cautiously opens the car’s luggage. The body? The crime? The man flashes out and sharply fires into the tank... a dry tree! Then he rushes into the car and leaves.)
There are more men in Russia. I didn’t even wait for May 1st.