About the book: 2014 / Shaw shook her head, asking herself what kind of sick brain could create a project for such a house. The girl tried to portray the tasteless, pretentious structure as realistically as possible. Hearing the Scotch Terrier barking again nearby, she looked up. The dog ran towards her, happily wagging its tail. Shaw stroked his back and scratched behind his ears. The dog closed his eyes in pleasure and sighed quietly, pressing his body against her palm. After some time, Shaw stood up and threw the stone further into the grass. The dog took off and rushed to look for him. And the girl again leaned against the tree and began to examine her drawing. He seemed very strange to her. She wanted to portray the ridiculous building in a humorous tone, but instead it turned out frightening. In her drawing, the purple color of the walls acquired some kind of red tint, and therefore there was a feeling that blood was flowing along the facade.