About the book: year / - What's going on? – I try to speak boldly and not show that I’m scared. “What’s going on...” the man mimics behind me. – Listen, Bogdan Sergeevich, they’re asking what’s going on. Sanyok, will you explain to your wife where you screwed up or will you give us the right? I turn my gaze to my husband. He's as pale as a hospital sheet. Afraid. But not to tell me the truth, but to these two. He is terribly frightened and has stuck his usually excessively chatty tongue in a certain place. - Sash? – I’m already raising my voice, because the tension is so great that I can barely stand it. “Alinka, will you go with them,” he says and wipes the sweat from his forehead with his palm. - What? - I look around. – Why is this suddenly? - Necessary. - More specifically. - There is nowhere more specific. - More specifically? More specifically, you will have to work off your husband’s debts.