The Madness of White Nights

Buy a ticket, travel to Peter, you can even go alone. You will definitely fall in love with someone, in the extreme case — with the city. You will start patching black days with white nights, raising and lowering bridges, the roads of which will point their markings to the sky. The story of two pilots who conquered one woman and one sky. One wanted to reach heights, the other — to become great. They thought that from the heights everything is visible, but all they saw was: the city is cold, people do not change, weeks fly by, on Sunday evenings everyone thinks about happiness. Someone digests Saturday, others cannot digest Monday. The question of happiness remains open, like a window through which you can see the stars, or you can just smoke...