About the book: year / - Get out, secretary. - said the man, still with the same anger, but to me. - I won’t repeat it twice. But I’ll make an exception for you, get out, otherwise I’ll drag you out from under the table by your legs. I pulled my torn blouse tighter around me and began to crawl out. There was no strength to rise. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn’t obey me. And no matter how hard I tried to get up from my knees, nothing worked. I sat with my eyes wide open and hypnotized by the shoes of the man who is apparently the most important here.