The Russian Circus on Fontanka, closed for repairs. A young artist— a graduate of St. Petersburg’s "Mukhа" (the local slang for a university/academy)—by fate ends up in this circus as the chief of supplies. An ironic yet tragic tale about the intertwining of two times and two realities. Three times, like in a fairy tale, the hero of the novel finds himself in the world of the famous art café "The Hound" where poets and artists of the Silver Age once gathered. He drinks with Benedict (Lifshitz), takes books from Osip (Mandelstam), bows to Nikolai (Gumilev)… That was in the past. And in the present… "An epidemic. Practically a plague. Flu like Spanish flu. People who know on the Internet advise that as long as it’s not too late, leave on foot. The authorities simply won’t have enough troops and police to keep a cordon around the whole city." Or is this also not reality— is it the same present that isn’t present?