... The world has completely changed. He became alien to the eyes and cold to the heart. There was no longer the fuss inherent in big cities and the obligatory routine. All of this is a thing of the past. The new world now looks like a swamp. The same viscous, cold and fetid. Every day, you sink in it, stronger and stronger. Familiar gray buildings went under water, plants pulled out their throne from this world and embraced the whole earth, past animals replaced new, even more terrible creatures, and people ceased to be at the top of the food chain and became just the decor of a new world ... And it has been going on for many years. And how it all began and what happened, no one remembers. ... He often recalls the old days. About that beautiful, bright world where he was a son, father and grandfather. Moreover, he was already a grandfather twice. But now he has nothing. This disgusting new world took everything from him. He took friends, relatives and even his beloved dog. But He can never take away from him his memories and small human joys. One of such pleasures, he had fishing. And now, sitting in an old boat, with a fishing rod in his hands, in the midst of all this horror, he remembered his beloved and dear people, and felt even a little happier.