Igor Timofeyev, by his father, was a nobleman, and by his mother—from the declassed. He studied at four universities and finished one. Married three times—each time to “good women.” He changed many places of work: from a morgue in Moscow to a gas station under London. He traded helicopters (sold two). He edits the strange magazine “To Have or Not to Have America”; he wrote a few things for us. And for you. All Americans are fat, all Russians are Mafia. These theses can be refuted or confirmed in different ways— with affection… or with irony, as Igor Timofeyev does. Igor Timofeyev is known as a writer of brilliant pieces that somehow awkwardly get called “notes.” In the book, collected are various stories about travels as well as about cars (what else could be more important in this life?). And they— even the most incredible, as well as fantastic— “had,” according to the tellers, “a place to exist” in the real world.