About the book: year / The air of Anzhar smelled like spring. Previously, Alvar Grimes, a bitter cynic, had not noticed this. But today, shaking the fragments of the bottle with Zhetemia from my palms, I began to see more. Feel... different. Grimes drank the love potion by accident. And he knew that by morning it would drive him crazy, burn him to the ground... The agony had already begun, but he promised himself that he would fight to the end. Because he knew perfectly well where his desires would lead. HE.