“And what can you do in Crimea in the height of the summer season?”—you ask. And I’ll answer: “Rest and enjoy the magnificent panoramas wrapped in legends, golden ribbons of the beach, lavender fields, vineyards, and contradictory landscapes that change at the speed of a car.”
Crimea is that deep, deep Black Sea, golden steppes, mountains, fossilized coral reefs. I love Crimea. I love it in summer, in winter, in spring—and of course in autumn. I want to admire it, but I need to work. And I work in a taxi. I’m the person who will take you to any place in Crimea—closer to sea level or up to the stars.
But my life turned upside down when a passenger got into my car, who was being pursued by two big strong men. And then they decided that all their troubles were my fault. Trouble never comes alone. My friend ends up in the hospital with a split head, and a hunt begins for me.
This is not a guidebook. It’s a romantic adventure story.
The book will appeal to those who love riddles, adventures, irony, and humorous situations.