About the book: 2018 / My beloved girls are sick. Cancer. And this is the same as a death sentence. Even money won’t help here, it will only prolong the agony. You know, we humans have this bad habit: when we are weak, we remember God. I'm exhausted. And I’m ready to believe in anyone. In God. To the Zone. In Monolith. If only my girls were alive. I will go to the end, because life is a struggle.