About the book: year / - Leave him or I’ll show him this. “How are you,” I begin, but I can’t take my eyes off the small rectangle in his fingers, “Kostya will believe me, not you!” I hit Burov in the hand, the flash drive falls to the floor, and I, falling to my knees, rush to pick it up. - Let go! - I scream, twitching from the pain in my compressed hair. - What are you doing?! I forget about pain, about hatred and about indignation when I hear the click of the camera shutter. - And now? - he asks, sitting down next to me. - Who will he believe, Vetrova? For me or for you? He left me on my wedding day, signed with someone else and appeared again, demanding to return to him, as if nothing had happened. The horror is that I can’t refuse, because my ex has double incriminating evidence on me.