About the book: 2021 / SINGLE-VOLUME! -Listen to me, Turkish delight. Before I can blink, Anton’s fingers are already fixing my chin, and his gray eyes with steel tints are a couple of centimeters from mine. I jerk my head, but I can’t escape. His breath burns my cheek. My chest begins to rattle from uncontrollable fear flooding me. He shouldn't be so close, shouldn't touch me like that, shouldn't say things like that. You can’t! “Let me go...” I whisper, but the guy doesn’t seem to hear. “You don’t even understand what’s going on around you...” Anton says hoarsely, leaning towards me. “Be careful, Lukumchik,” it seems to me that his lips are almost touch my ear, the velvety timbre reverberates in my chest with an alarming vibration, “The bad guys will eat you up and won’t choke when your dad rots.” Clear? Just shhh...