About the book: year / - Kirill, I really like you, but I don’t want to rush so much... I’m tired. “I’m trying to carefully move away from him.” “We’re not in a hurry anymore, baby.” “I want to go home, take me, please!” I go up to the door, but before I can push it, Kirill picks me up, takes me by the chin and presses me into my lips. He presses me against the wall, where I feel a handrail. Metal clangs, and my hand finds itself handcuffed to it. “I’m telling you, we’re in no hurry.”.