About the book: year / A man in his thirties is sitting at the table. Slight unshaven, short hair, straight nose, plump lips, and a cold, simply chilling gaze of narrowed eyes. He looked up from some papers for a second, shot his eyes at me and then, as if nothing had happened, went about his business. The office is gloomy, like its owner, and the atmosphere is incredibly oppressive. It feels like a wave is emanating from him, I can’t even put it into words, what? Power, strength, power, coldness? It’s just incredibly uncomfortable being around him. Did I say that I don't like men? Now, I’m also afraid of them, and specifically of this gentleman.