About the book: 2022 / “Remember, nothing serious,” says a tall brown-haired man in a leather jacket, sitting down at my table. - I don't need a relationship. Just to have fun, and only for a couple of meetings. “Excuse me, but who are you?” “Olga?” “No,” I shake my head, “I’m Arina.” “Damn.” – He is lost for a moment, but then grins and runs his palm over the tablecloth. “I think I screwed up and got the wrong girl.” Sorry, baby. The man gets up and leaves as quickly as he appeared. But the very next day he appears in my life again. Right on the threshold of my apartment!