About the book: year / Mikael is my man like God... This is how his name is translated, and perhaps this is where his similarity with God ends. He is tough and cruel, he is cold, gloomy - there is nothing to love him for. He is 45, he is lonely, he no longer hopes to meet the woman he has been looking for for so long, the one who can love him, the one who can bring him back to life, the one who will melt his icy heart. He lives for his own pleasure, although he has not received true pleasure from anything for a long time. He is selfish, he is used to only taking without giving anything in return. He is callous, he is empty, he is dead... Anna... my Anna... she is beautiful. There is nothing special, nothing outstanding about her, and at the same time, she is unique. She is unique, first of all, in her ability to love. Sincerely, strongly, truly. To love not for something, but in spite of everything, to love not for benefit, but to the detriment of oneself, to love, simply to love, giving, endlessly giving and not asking for anything in return. Can you do that? I don't. But she knows how, and in her prayers she asks: Lord, take everything from me, and give it all to my man, if only he feels good, if only he is always happy... And so, life brings such different people together, and, oddly enough, they fit together like a key to a lock. It just takes them a while to understand it. Anna is the very woman he was looking for, she was sent to him after ten centuries of waiting, she is his gift from heaven, she is his whole life. Mikael is the same man who will paint her gray world with bright colors, he is her scent, he is her melody, he is her greatest love, for which she will give everything, absolutely everything.