About the book: year / The book is a prehistory of “A (not) sweet girl for a major”. Can’t be read separately. “Why did you grab my phone?” - Maxim grumbles dissatisfiedly. “I wanted to turn off the sound.” He kept calling, - I stretch in bed and lazily wonder, - Who is Aurora? The question hangs in the air. I look at Max and anxiety appears in my soul. “Max?” - I call him, - Answer! — I say more demandingly. “My bride, okay?” - the beloved growls. What???—Your...,” I hope I misheard. This cannot be! - Yes, Alla. “I’m getting married in two months,” he finishes me off with every new word. “What about us?” - no, it's just a stupid joke, isn't it? He can't do that! - I'm sorry…