About the book: 2024 / “Thank you very much for your help,” I say, stuttering a little. “I don’t need your thanks,” the man answers. “No.” necessary? What do I need? I talk to Bury while I hook my fingers on the door handle. Even if I fall on the road, it’s not scary. It's scary to be alone with this man now. He looks straight into my eyes, and it feels like he’s looking into my soul, bewitching me, crushing me with his heavy energy, nailing me to the spot. “Mouth,” says Brown, grinning predatorily. “R-mouth?” - I stutter. ***Running away from thugs, I ask a stranger for help, completely unaware of how dearly he will cost me. After all, my savior is a well-known crime boss in the city... There is obscene language