About the book: 2022 / - What do you want? - Dubtsov says in an icy voice. “I want to talk.” “Talk?” - he mutters. - Get the hell out of here. This is the men's locker room. “Kir...” “Kalinina,” he says warningly. - Come out, I need to change clothes. I'm late. Late. Where?! To that blonde?! Turning around, I grab the door handle and squeeze out: “I see.” Sorry...I would never have had the courage to seek a meeting with him after what I did, but the two stripes that burned through my pocket left me no choice.