About the book: 2024 / Stepan enters my office without knocking, causing a lot of different sensations. From the desire to strangle him to the paradoxical desire to throw myself on his neck. I extinguish both this and that in myself. “And how did you manage to do this?” — Tenacious eyes stare into my face. I smile. I even know what I look like from the outside. Mike calls this smile of mine “hungry shark.” And with just my lips I utter a not entirely decent action, which men for some reason consider the reason for women’s well-being. Although I don’t make a sound, Styopa is smart. She understands what I wanted to say. - To whom? — his brown-green eyes flash with a hungry gleam. I’m not going to answer. He is not going to calm down. “It would be better for me,” I hear.