About the book: 2021 / - My son thinks that you are his mother, thrown from the sky, I don’t know for what offenses," I grin, amazed at my idiocy. “I want him to be happy, at least for a few days.” Play the role of a loving parent. I’ll pay whatever you say, it’s not a problem. “But I don’t need money,” Alice says calmly. “I’m quite wealthy.” “You don’t need money, then?” What do you want? My soul?—No. Why do I need a substance squeezed out to the point of ugliness? I want you to fulfill my wish. Just one thing. “Three days, one wish,” I suddenly feel funny. I wonder what this fallen snowflake needs? - Not a bad deal.