About the book: year / Secret lust, burning with an unbearable brilliance in the eyes of a well-fed cat, forced the soft sun of the early Indian summer to bashfully hide behind a curtain of clouds. The clear day turned into a gray veil, and a man walking along the sidewalk, glancing sideways at the black voluptuous man crossing his path, muttered into his mustache, “Well, screw you,” turning into the first alley he came across..