About the book: year / Tim slid down the wall. The heart trembled and stopped. He was always terribly afraid of physical pain and he wanted Sasha to knock his image out of his head. “There is one step from love to hate, and this step is pain,” Tim decided, then drowning in the arctic cold of his eyes. It didn’t work out - only my lips bled more, and it was as if a swarm of bees came to life in my head. Tears welled up in my eyes. Tim covered his head with his hands, plunging into the silence of his own thoughts. Didn't work.