When I wrote "in the spring and we will conclude, most likely" - of course, I did not think that everything would turn out so literally. And now - well, November, December, January, February. The four months of that winter really begin. Where on the outside everything is the same, but on the inside everything is filled not only with infrastructure huts, but also with a huge Vienna. Who leaked them - whether we were beautiful, or the reluctant owner - is no longer so important. All of us - our outsiders, our long-haired ones in scope - have four months for everything to happen according to the classics. And it ends the right way, with the right consequences for the pigsty and an equally necessary reinforcement for the rest of the world. Salou, 120 days. The countdown has begun.