About the book: 2019 / No, I won’t die that easily. With fierce persistence I push myself out of the depths. The waters swallow me up. Garlands of bubbles are carried away into the darkness. The last desperate bursts, and here it is, the saving air. Damp night smell. Finally, I see the inky sky again... But who is “me”? They say I’m Mia James. For me this name is an empty phrase. I survived, but my memory remained at sea. I don’t remember anything, I don’t recognize anyone, not even myself in the mirror. The only thing left from the past is this strange woman in fragmentary memories. Time after time she approaches me, and her eyes burn with hatred. I'm terribly scared, but this is the only key to my life. And unfulfilled death…