“Talliy, hello, where are you all?” “What, you haven’t crawled over to the post office today?” “No.” “Here devil. Listen, it’ll be interesting for you to find out we’re going on a picnic right now. Together with the office of Roma Avramovych” (in our circles they called Roma Avramovych “the victim of a single letter.” In every agreement with new clients or partners, Roma scrupulously corrected the “b” with a “v”: people love to believe in miracles). I also worked for Roma’s agency. “What are you doing?” “You won’t believe it. We’re on an island. Whooaa, who knows what the name of this is? Damn, and there are tour operators, geographers, topographers. They don’t know, can you imagine? I would call this island of Overgrown Inflexible People and Flexible Willows. It’s small, about ten kilomet
