Want to hear the story of the eternal virgin and the loser? So listen. I fled to Moscow from the sick mother's love and the city, where everyone inside felt in me a stranger. Thought to find salvation, but got a crazy aunt, a sold-out tachta in her den and dreams Beautiful, unbearable dreams . They don't give me peace . Every night, the dark corridors are foggy, someone's shadows flash in the dusty mirrors, and through the darkness, no, no, so that a bitter cry breaks out. I am Grisha Saveliev, eternal virgin and loser. But if someone reaches out to me through a dream and calls without a name, I will respond. Would you not respond? Contains foul language.