About the book: year / Again that smell - sweet, tasty. Without looking through the peephole, I open the front door. “Hello,” I wink at the owner of the fragrance. Beautiful... in a cotton robe. She looks at me from the threshold of the neighboring apartment. Pale, scared. There is something to be afraid of, my face is just that bad now... “Hello,” the beauty barely moves her lips. We stand and look at each other. We are silent. And then the neighbor comes to life - she shudders and slams the iron door. The right decision on her part. I was addicted. Now I'm a werewolf with no future. All I can do is ruin this angel's life. We are not on the same path - that’s what I decided, but then I didn’t know that my neighbor would become my new addiction.