About the book: year / - Hello. How are you? Disgusting weather, don't you think? Maybe you can join me over a cup of coffee? This is how my acquaintance with the client begins, developing into something closer. No, no, no. I am not a prostitute, not a gigolo or an escort service employee. My friends and I own a company with the magical name “Your Chance”, and we deal with such complex cases where personal contact is impossible. Our clients are mice. Mice are thin, mice are fat, mice are very fat. Wearing glasses, stooped, sometimes with stupid buns on top of the head, sometimes with greasy icicles hiding half of the face, in voluminous robes that hide the figure, or in eternal pants, sneakers and a unisex hoodie, as if taken from someone else’s shoulder. And the main thing that unites these mice is their complexes, uncertainty and dislike for themselves..