About the book: 2014 / The girl was still alive. She lay on the golden sirens and looked funny and pitiful - naked, broken, like a doll, in an absurd pose. She no longer had a face - a bloody mask. Only the eyes remained, and surprise froze in them. And anger. Blood flooded her entire chest and continued to flow from her cut eyebrow. She breathed hoarsely and kept trying to catch Mokhovchuk’s eyes with her gaze. And the swollen mouth was still open in a silent scream. “I asked for it.” - Mokhovchuk muttered.