Gonzo Journalism in the USSR

Everything is to blame on cognac! Gera Belozor wakes up again—who knows where, who knows when! Glancing at the clock, the provincial shark of the pen realizes he has moved in time again. But it’s not that bad: he’s only moved twelve hours ahead. Or no—everything is that bad indeed, and even a little worse: he woke up not only who knows where, but also who knows with whom! And what now is he supposed to do with all this? Oh, what a troublesome business—to build New Vasyuki out of a small backwoods town, and at the same time try not to turn into an animal…