Almost a year had gone since Serge was released. All that was left for him were memories of his former luxurious life and the thriving business of the Tashkent Rock Club and although he was still recognized on the streets by occasional, accidental rock n roll fans, he was in fact dragging out a meager beggarly existence. He made a living by doing odd jobs getting deeper and deeper into debt and there were times when he had to collect empty bottles and used papers and fought tramps over territories and raw materials. When he was ill, and this happened often and for a long time, his family starved having no money for bread.