Time of losers, or in the Crimean capital it is cloudy with clearings. Mila Smoliarova

They will be brought together by the hot summer of 2003 in the very heart of the Crimean peninsula. Where recklessness seems to be the measure of freedom, and adult life is just beginning and resembles the game “Who is first?”. There are no social networks yet, no one is filming love stories, and a mobile conversation lasts for the first few free seconds. Confessions of love dissolve in cigarette smoke and sink to the bottom of cognac glasses, leaving behind a taste of unspoken agreements and bold promises. Who will he choose - architecture or a girl in work overalls? And will this choice turn out to be the right one?

This is a novel about Crimea. About an autonomous peninsula without the addition of “occupied”. About an infantile generation that is just learning to live, makes mistakes and loves. And about the rare luxury of not turning back in time.