About the book: year / - You only smell of your self-confidence. - And from you with chewing gum. “It’s easy,” I smile and turn to him. - If you guess what flavor, it's yours. - Are we playing? — Ruslan raises his eyebrows. “You love games,” I smile, shrugging. This is where I’ll do it now! He will never guess what flavor my chewing gum is. - So? His eyes sparkle, and instead of answering, Ruslan leans forward slightly, covering mine with his warm lips. But I don’t think of pushing him away at all. And when common sense hits me, it's already very late…