Standing in the forest, there is a twelve-story panel building with six entrances. Its walls were once painted in white and blue. Yellow light is coming from some windows. In the centre of the courtyard, somebody has placed a children's playground with a faded, orange plastic slide, a red brick transformer booth, and several dirty-green garbage containers. Between the house and the yard, cars are densely parked. In front of each entrance, there is a shabby blue wooden bench and a purple-bluish concrete litter bin. Each entrance has a rusty metal sheet door. Everything in the yard and the house itself is covered by a thin layer of dust and dirt. At the nearby shopping centre, you
can buy potatoes, beer, vodka, a blouse, a bra, a glue, slippers, a towel, a garden figurine, a wiping cloth, a flat-head screwdriver, a cross-head screwdriver, cigarettes, boots, an umbrella, a bathroom curtain, a puzzle, buckwheat, and so on. It's late night or early morning now. A dog is barking. It's cold.