Ivan is in a cage. He is dressed like this: from under a blue jacket, not washed for five years, the green hoodie of a ski suit, which was once fleeced, peeks out. He is not forty, but the North, where he was born and lived, and two terms in the zone, his face was covered with a grid ... AND van sits in a cage. He is dressed like this: from under a blue jacket, not washed for five years, the green hoodie of a ski suit, which was once fleeced, peeks out.
