In his previous novel “Red Cross,” Sasha Filipenko widely used real historical documents. In his new work, the depicted reality itself claims the role of a document of the era. For the most skeptical readers: there’s nothing invented here.
There is a town where the city-forming enterprise is a prison. There is a children’s home, in the fates of its residents a glimpse of happiness flickered. Situations, characters, dialogues, and even the methods of police torture—everything is taken from life. And the cursed question of the price of good, which somehow turns into evil, is also posed by life itself. More precisely—with death.