The city is rotting from the outskirts.
Maks Potapov is a kid from the Riverbank who moved with his parents to Okurok. The new district meets him right away, the way “guys” do: rough, without pity, according to “concepts” and rules. But those “concepts” are just a mask hiding cowardice, betrayal, and greed. Step by step, Maxim becomes one of his own among the hooligans. Here, a boy without a pack is meat. Here, people help not just because—help has strings attached. Here, “concepts” are like a sign over a den: it sounds nice, but inside there’s nothing but rot.
“Hooligans” is a street confession without embellishment. A novel about the choice that everyone makes—when everything has already been decided for you.