Chapter 12, Part 2: Seryoga's Birthday

In early June 1995, Olya really bailed me out, saving me from absolute stagnation. During those days, Tropillo was supposed to go to France and Germany for two weeks on some important business of his. As I already mentioned, the premises housing the studio belonged to the Institute of Psychoanalysis. It was already '95, and the space had been occupied since '89; to this day, Andrei had somehow managed to pay absolutely nothing to the institute's director, Comrade Reshetnikov. It was the sixth year of this so-called "lease," even though a term and a monthly rent amount had been agreed upon, yet no money had ever been paid.