About the book: year / There was something strange in his energy - metallic, inanimate, as if I had touched the blade of a knife or the barrel of a pistol. He looked in my direction, and I came across a cold, indifferent gaze that was directed through me - as if I did not exist. It was a man of about thirty-five. Steel-colored eyes, sharp cheekbones, a strong-willed chin, thin, tightly compressed lips. He was handsome as a man, but his facial features were hard, predatory, repulsive, like his energy.18+