About the book: 2024 / - Stop where you are! Nastya raised her grandfather’s rifle and pointed the barrel towards Denis. - I'm completely crazy! Put away the rifle, this is no joke! – Without caution, Denis decisively stepped forward. “What jokes, dear,” Nastya answered coolly, and a fountain of dust shot up in front of her ex-husband’s polished shoes. - Nastya, don’t be stupid! – Denis jerked back, but remained in place. - Let's talk calmly! Why bring it to the point of absurdity?! - So I think: why? I filed for divorce, I don’t claim your money, my own is enough. Get out and don't let me see you here again! “I’ll shoot you without pity, I’ll do my time, and I’ll be glad that I got rid of you,” Nastya answered harshly. - Well, you’re already quite already! By the way, Timofey and my son too! - According to papers, but in life you have children from Lyudmila. So educate them.