About the book: 2023 / “Well, hello, Lyuba,” he sank down at the table and narrowed his eyes, looking into her almond-shaped, cat-like ones. “You?” “I am,” he nodded, feeling his anger flare up. So, after all, I’m a whore. And I wanted to carry her in my arms, you idiot. But a murderer? Drug addict? She's only nineteen. - Come on, tell me. Preferably the truth, let's not waste time. Or will you scream like everyone else that it wasn’t you who killed Uvarov, and that everything happened by accident? Lyuba frowned, rubbed her temples with her fingers, and looked at me point-blank. “I won’t say that it wasn’t me, Ruslan.” Here's the truth for you. I hit him, he fell and never woke up. I'm a killer. And now you can put me in prison, I don’t care anymore. SINGLE-VOLUME. The story of Ruslan Sokolovsky.