About the book: year / She made her way to the apartment like a partisan, quietly and on tiptoe, clutching a machine gun to her chest. Joke. In my case, I could only throw tomatoes at my enemies. “And here is the hostess,” a man’s voice came from the corridor. Male?!! Is there a burglar at my house?! - You can't kill me! – I warned, snatching a long cucumber from the bag. - I have a mother, okay? “I see,” he grinned, looking at me with clear blue eyes. Just a girl's dream come true! Maybe my chance for carnal joys is not lost yet? - Don't be afraid. Of course, why be afraid? We live in Russia, and we read crime news to our children at night instead of fairy tales. And in general, after a second divorce, there is little that can scare a woman!