About the book: year / My friend dreams of love. I don't believe in feelings. From the word "absolutely". Even as a teenager, all this romantic nonsense passed by. The main thing is convenience. *** Beautiful. It's breathtaking how beautiful she is. Graceful. Miniature. I eagerly absorb her image, not immediately noticing Tokha nearby. She says something to him, and he touches her lips and kisses her. Spots begin to dance in the eyes. Like a masochist, I look at them without blinking. And the heart is hammering in the chest. I'm trying to capture emotions from such a distance. She’s a girl, my tender one... how could she so quickly... after me... how?