This article was written in one May evening in 1987 on a totally broken typing machine "Moscow". The setting is also Moscow, in one of the buildings on the boulevard by Dobroliubow and if someone knows the matter then there is no need in explaining and if does not know then it is impossible to explain. In turns we were beating the keys, imagining that we were changing the country's fate. Then there were four more articles kind of changes to the first one. They disappeared in the rubbish bins of the publishing houses and I was sure that this one disappeared as well, but somehow it stuck to the edge of the bin...