Alexander Kabakov believes that his readers are “an intelligent city woman, an overworked schoolteacher, a female engineer and her husband, if she has one; a junior researcher, now perhaps gone into small business.” And he adds: “I am the same and I love them.” His works resemble dreams — they are fantastic and at the same time real; easily recognizable reality coexists in them with unbridled fantasy. Such is also “The Writer,” a story from the lives of real men.