About the book: year / I grew up in an orphanage. A janitor found me on the street when I was a few months old, and I don't know who my parents were. My name is Coraline, but everyone calls me Picasso. Artist. I like to draw. This is how I relax, get distracted, forget myself. Some of my friends were looking for adrenaline, and I was drawing. It is harmless, not dangerous and does not harm your health at all. I graduated from high school normally, and I won’t say that it was bad for me. They didn’t bother their people, but their family members were afraid to get involved. I immediately indicated my position in the class, and Picasso was not contacted. I liked graffiti, and when passing by on the bus, everyone admired my creations. I lived in a dormitory. In the evenings I worked part-time wherever I had to, and one day Nikita Valerievich Serov appeared in my life... With his appearance, this whole mess began…