About the book: 2024 / - You like it when I touch myself like that, don’t you, Egor? - I hear the voice of my son’s teacher in the voice message that she sent to my husband. And then the photo. Hundreds of photos of naked female bodies. Voicemails, photographs, hearts... I look in horror at the correspondence on my husband’s phone while he is in intensive care after an accident he had with his mistress. It turns out that rose-colored glasses break with the lenses inward.