Dankovsky digs into his pocket and holds up a small paperback, a pink cover with a black blob in the shape of a man on the front cover. It reads "Osamu Dasai, No Longer Human" on the cover in small skinny lettering. It's slightly beat up from being carried around in his jacket pocket, but Daniil's the kind of man that believes that a slightly battered paperback means that it's well loved.

"I don't know if I would suggest it, but it has been a very enlightening read." He says honestly, "I do not believe I would have ever been able to read this book where I came from. At least, not unless I had learned Japanese and had it imported, which would have been difficult. But I've found it very delightful to read and think about now."