About the book: year / Bochkov turns passion into an absolute. Jealousy, lust, thirst for revenge - everything is brought to the melting point. Don't expect familiar plots or standard moves - there are none here, this is Russian prose of the highest standard. Prose of the new millennium. “...I could never work as a prostitute. Not a station whore, but a real professional in snakeskin boots with predatory stiletto heels - with a regular clientele, a schedule with a massage therapist, a hairdresser and a nail salon. I would still be able to handle the physiological part somehow, if I exclude kissing...; after all, copulation can be considered a form of aerobics - a moderate-intensity act burns three hundred calories and is considered good cardio for strengthening the heart muscle. Psychology is what’s confusing.” ("Cleopatra Chistye Prudy»)