About the book: 2020 / – Whoever lassoes a man first wins. – Lariat? – I raise my eyebrows. – What do you mean? – Five dates. Without sex. I snort. “Simple,” I tell her, “and who do you propose to take as the object of the hunt?” “And there, let him be.” Lenka points to the side, I turn my gaze and the first thing I see are broad shoulders covered in a gray T-shirt, I move my eyes below: narrow hips and a gorgeous ass. Tall, muscular, I hope he doesn’t have signs of chickenpox on his face. “They’re clogged,” I hit Lenka on his outstretched palm. – Who is this here? – Gordey Tikhomirov. What? Who? Gordey Tikhomirov? The same pimply fat bore that I tormented throughout my school years? To your mother! The text contains: humor, confrontation of heroes, bet