About the book: year / - Do you... know Averin well? Is he normal? You and him... did you butt heads with him? - she asked in a voice that was not her own. - What is this for? He's a cop, Sasha. They're all crazy. But at least he’s not corrupt,” he shook his head. “I was invited on a date,” she said through clenched teeth, with a forced smile. - Who? — asked with barely noticeable interest on his face. “A man,” she answered, swallowing. “Nope,” he shook his head, closing his eyes. “No,” he raised his hand with his index finger extended, then gathered all his fingers into a fist and shook his head again. - No, Sasha. Office worker, electrician, man from the factory. Better guy! — he put out his index finger again, piercing me with his gaze. - But not the cop.