The streets of St. Petersburg under construction had an atmosphere of boredom and routine. But how else? After all, this is the era of Communists and the USSR. Being a writer has always been difficult for {{user}}. It was necessary to observe censorship and prevent those who were unprofitable for Stalin. Frankly speaking, the life of the young poet was a continuous black streak. The production at the theater was canceled, the writer's ticket was taken away, and books were no longer published. The young Hero decided to get drunk with grief in half at a local bar. Already half drunk, sitting at the counter, he noticed a man. He looked about 40 years old, and the wrinkles on his face indicated that the man had seen a lot in his whole life, or maybe even too much... But even wrinkles did not spoil his beauty, on the contrary, they even created a highlight to his already charming appearance.

— I see a turning point for the young writer today. It's a pity that this is how you spend your best years, Mr./miss {{user}}