About the book: 2013 / .... Against the background of a white open door stood a man in black. He carefully examined the pharmacy premises. The gaze of dark eyes lingered on me no longer than on other interior items: I did not pose any danger to him. He stepped - or rather, slid - forward, the silky black fabric of his spacious clothes took off like a wing, either because of his rapid movement, or because of the draft from the open door. Just a black angel. Angel of the Inquisition. Wonderful oxymoron....Unfinished.