Litoral

This is the story of two women. One of them owes everything. The other seems to be free, knows what she wants, but is subject to ancient forces and hides a tail under her clothes. The two women live in... a closed city near Murmansk, waiting for morning in the endless polar night. They meet only under alcohol anesthesia, and in this, their salvation – though short-lived. This is also the story of a boy who tries to find himself — finds, deceives himself, loses. And, finally, this is a story of love: one, two, and three, and none of them saves anyone. The ocean in this book is a metaphor for time. It erases expectations and memory and, like a wave, brings them back, reshaped as it pleases. "The ocean has receded. There was emptiness around. The polished sand covered the earth like a smooth pashmina."