Gopniks

Welcome to the harsh outskirts of Mogilev in the mid-80s! Normal lads and informals, their own district and a foreign one, a hideout and a hangout, a disco and a support group, Gorbachev and Reagan, everyday life and sudden death... Here's a set of "Non-Capital" pastries from the first generation of Belarusian gopniks. Vladimir Kozlov, avoiding love/hate, rather detachedly, reveals his youth, leaving to the future generation almost an anthropological attraction in the form of a novel.

This book should not be read by people sensitive to expletives and descriptions of brutal scenes.