Max Frye. Inheritance for lonely-Lockley (№ 433802)

Cool starry night, colorful lights of the Left Bank, merciless wind from Khuron and crazy driving - if I were offered to mix a cocktail of eternity for myself, choosing the ingredients for its filling according to my taste, as in a good pizzeria, I would probably stop at just this variant ... perhaps, perhaps, would dilute the fragrant smoke of tiny decorative fires in the luxurious gardens of the suburb with the piercing smell of pine needles, fresh grass and rotten last year's leaves.