About the book: a year / Three whole years have passed. Everything that happened to me seemed like someone’s invention. I lived again like everyone else. My son went to kindergarten, I worked again and everything would have been fine if one day I had not again met with the one who was to blame for my journey to other worlds. And it all started as usual: late evening, a carton of milk in my hands, and a strange car that blocked my way to the house... Well... the red hunter returns again.