About the book: 2006 / Irina asked me right from the doorway: - Sveta! How could you? - And you yourself? Don't act out! Not a saint! Who stole my boyfriend? But Irina, it turns out, didn’t remember anything! She looked at me like I was a mad dog. Well, like the one that yesterday was twirling its tail and licking its hands, and today: foaming at the mouth and biting everyone. Yes, I showed her my fangs, because I don’t suffer from memory loss and I don’t forget insults.