Samson and his colleague Kholodnyi are supposed to be investigating the sale of illegal meat. Yet they have hardly even begun when Samson’s girlfriend Nadezhda is abducted by striking railroad workers. Samson, of course, sets about trying to free her.
But what are the railroad workers up to? And why has the shadowy Chekist Abyazov been assigned to the police? Samson must get to the bottom of it all if he wants to solve the case and rescue Nadezhda.

The little hedgehog is back! In the autumn he likes sunbathing on a hill and watching the people in the village. When he returns to his treestump house, he finds three bags full of little apples – but what he thinks is a gift from the grey mouse soon turns out to be the red squirrel’s stockpile of food for the winter. Still, that doesn't matter, because the forest has plenty of gifts to go around. A celebration of autumn colours and a homage to friendship. 

In the tumultuous wake of the Russian Revolution, the young, recently orphaned Samson finds himself almost accidentally signed up to the new Soviet police force in Kyiv. His first case is a perplexing mystery involving a severed ear, a bone made of pure silver and a decidedly unusual suit tailored from fine English cloth. Luckily, Samson meets the ingenious Nadezhda, who aids him in his investigation.

The Milkman in the Night is at the same time a political satire, triple love story, black comedy, murder mystery and parable about modern Ukraine – a novel with so many punch lines, twists and stories as there are stars in the Milky Way. 

Every morning at half past four, when it is still dark and icy cold, young Irina gets on the bus to Kyiv. In the city, her breast milk is pumped out for cash while her own little daughter has to content herself with baby formula. Undoubtedly, a baby born to rich parents somewhere gets her milk, Irina thinks. In fact, however, it serves an influential parliamentarian as a magic potion . . . When Irina falls in love and no longer wants to work as a ›wet-nurse‹ , the politician is not amused. 

Andrej Kurkow brilliantly intertwines the life stories of three young couples. A crazy novel from the Ukraine, a country in which reality is more absurd than any fantasy – even such wild fantasies as those of Andrej Kurkow.

The gardener hired by Igor's mother is a mysterious man. He's about sixty years old, pretty sparing with his words, and won't drink a drop of alcohol. And what does the blurred, illegible tattoo on his upper arm mean? With the help of a computer-savvy friend of his, young Igor manages to decipher it: ›Ochakov 1957‹, it reads, and ›Efim Chagin's House‹. The quest to get to the bottom of it takes Igor not only to Ochakov, a seaport on the Black Sea 500 kilometres away from his home near Kyiv, but also to the year 1957... In Andrey Kurkov's fantastical and absurd storytelling, anything is possible – even time travel to a past from which the present can perhaps be seen much more clearly.

Victor cannot stand life at the Antarctic polar station, where he has fled to escape the mafia, much longer. He can find no peace. The dying banker, a fellow fugitive to the land of eternal ice, has entrusted Victor with his will. And he is preoccupied by thoughts of the debt he owes to the penguin Misha. Victor flies back to Moscow, to little Sonja and her nanny, whose wages Victor pays and with whom he once had a relationship. But Victor's key no longer fits the lock of his house and, as Sonja confides in him, there is now ›another uncle‹ in his bed. Victor is offered temporary lodgings – and more besides – by the banker's widow, to whom he delivers the will. But the good life cannot deter Victor from his search for Misha. In the clinic where Misha was recently operated upon, they know only that the penguin was collected by two men in black suits. Victor has a feeling that something is awry. At the cemetery where the mafia bury their ›family‹, Victor is on the lookout for funeral processions, hoping to find Misha – and discovers a promising lead…

When the unemployed history teacher Kolya moves into a new apartment in the Old Town of Kyiv, he finds a book by the Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko with a great many hand-written commentaries. On closer perusal of the book, Kolya finds references to a diary by the poet which was believed to be lost without trace, and which now seems to be in a fort in the middle of the desert in Mangyshlak in Kazakhstan. Kolya sets off for Kazakhstan. Since he has no money for the journey, he stows away on a floating fish factory. A few days later he is set ashore with five litres of water and a substantial store of tinned fish, and a long march ensues. But the sun burns down relentlessly, Kolya's knowledge of the region is scanty, and he soon curses himself for having had such a crazy idea. He nearly perishes in a sandstorm, but a camel belonging to an old Kazakh pulls him out of the sand. The nomad Dshamshed takes the exhausted Kolya into his yurt, and his daughters Natasha and Gulya nurse him back to health ... An exciting adventure novel, an enchanting love story and a protest against all nationalism, whether Russian, Kazakh or Ukrainian.