There isn’t much politics in this book. It’s not an intelligent person’s view of reality—it’s the perspective of a teenager, a working-class teenager living among people of his own social category. The book turned out both alive and harsh. Yes, in the full sense, there is no politics there—at least if it exists, then not head-on, like in the works of Soviet writers. My goal was to write about occupations, about the life of this teenager. The action of the two main storylines takes place on November 7 and 8, 1958. The hero needs to get money in order to take his beloved girl to a company party. What comes of it? A story as simple as the world: the teenager robs a cafeteria and gets drunk. But thanks to a simple plot unfolding over two days, it was possible to show a fairly dense slice of life. © Eduard Limonov