Every time I come to the Russian port city, I am struck by the same circumstance. Namely - a fish port. It would seem, the sea, the port city, ships, fishing, the Yarusolovs, the winch pulls the trawl, the men who were buried with salty winds ... In any case, any port city abroad looks just like that. At four in the morning, half of the male population of coastal cities sits on its boats, goes to sea, throws networks and already sells its catch in the fish market at seven.