About the book: year / Behind me are lanterns and labyrinths of traces going into the night. I see Dreams that don't exist. And people who cannot exist. I am a pursuer and a hunter. This is my job, hiring for which no one asked my consent and did not sign a contract with me. You could say it was given to me by will. By the dictates of fate, pure chance or by choice: death or THIS. They don't ask me anything. I do what I have to do, I don’t ask rhetorical questions, because I have long ago learned all the answers by heart. But still: what will happen if those whom I persecute and I one day switch places?..