About the book: year / Suddenly I get the feeling that I’ve known Olya for a hundred years, that she’s a dear person, really close to me spiritually... But, fuck her “friend” I don’t see it at all, I see in her the woman I want for myself. I see our first kiss, I know what her lips will taste like and I imagine the first sex. What will I do with her, how will she moan under me, asking for more... Images, feelings, emotions flash through my head like a kaleidoscope, but everything collapses at the same moment when Lekha puts an armful of tulips on her lap and savorily kisses her on the hickey. Bam, the ringing of rose-colored glasses beating inside and silence in the brain... She is not my future, Olya is the future of my best friend.