The nights have drawn in, it's cold, summer's a distant memory, there's a bitter chill in the wind- the best thing to do is laugh. And what better way than with the funniest book every written about a writer, the Russian mafia and an adorable penguin. Surely enough to tickle anyone’s funnybone while producing the necessary heat a heartwarming tale can generate.
Viktor and Misha share a small flat in Kiev, the former trying – unsuccessfully – to get his work published, the latter standing quietly behind the green sofa, staring at the wall. One day, the Editor-in-Chief of Capital News rings Viktor with a lucrative proposal: he wants him to write obituaries of still-living people, basing them on notes supplied by the Chief. |
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