He knew Turov, Zapesochye and the surrounding villages of the late 50s and 60s and 70s quite well. After 1984, I rarely visit Turov - I was only once, it seems, in 2018. In a cafe (or was it a restaurant then?) Pripyat had breakfast and lunch until 1984. Neither my hand nor my tongue will agree to fuck with this institution - after all, the Motherland, consider it. Therefore, for life - 5 stars.
... At the same time, I am absolutely sure that my estimate is overestimated exactly 5 times, hehe... By the way, I am not finishing an anecdotally humorous story (the texture of the story is documentary, taken from the realities of the 70s and 80s of the last century) about this cafe. If Zvyazda prints this opus (too long for a newspaper), then you will read it. It is unlikely for a non-member of the Writers' Union to get to the pages of "Flame" without a protege, and it is painful...