Natalia Tymoshenko, Lena Obukhova. City of Dead Reflections (№ 427563)

The night smelled of smoke. In early spring, when last year's grass and garbage accumulated over the winter are raked up and burned everywhere, this is not uncommon, but in mid-May, when new grass had already grown, and all the garbage was burned back on April Saturday clean-ups, the smell of smoke in the middle of the night caused alarm.