About the book: year / - Why did you invite this collective farmer? - The male voice is pleasant, but rough. - Be quiet, she will hear. - This is Arina’s voice. I turn to confront this brute. And I freeze with my mouth open. Arina stands next to a tall man in a perfect black suit. Dark hair is perfectly styled, the right side of the face has very regular and beautiful features, but the left side looks like it was burned with boiling water, all red and lumpy. He looks like a real monster. I can’t hide my fear, but on the contrary, he looks at me with such hatred as I have never seen before.