About the book: year / "The rattle of the key in the lock, the rumble of the elevator, the squeal of the hinges of the entrance door. The sounds mercilessly tore at the nerves, time became thick and viscous. Step into the street ... Romka stood, casually leaning on the roof of the car, typing something on the pager - or what kind of thing was he in his hands? He put the device in his pocket, took a step towards, smiling and starting to say something. The remaining distance between them. The old man, it seems, overcame his shoulders high: he grabbed Romka by the arms above the elbows, shook him, looked up, shouted: “Devil, I’m so scared for you!”!"