The Bad Weather

2008. A simple driver, a former soldier of the Afghan war, single-handedly carries out a daring robbery of a special truck that transports money from a large shopping center. Thus, in the million-strong but remote city of Batuyev, the long story of a powerful and active union of Afghan veterans comes to an end — whether it is a public
organization, a business alliance, or a criminal group: in the wild nineties, when this union was formed and gained power, it was hard to distinguish one from the other.
But the novel is not about money or crime, but about the bad weather in the soul. About the desperate search for the reason why a person should trust another person in a world where only predators prevail — but it is impossible to live without trust. The novel is about how greatness and despair share the same roots. About how each of us risks inadvertently falling into bad weather and can never escape from there, because bad weather is a refuge and a trap, salvation and doom, great comfort and the eternal pain of life.