About the book: 2016 / - And what is your paradise like? “Timur pulled back a little, delaying the sweet moment, teasing with a grin. “It’s very here...” I hesitated, looking for the right words. What is this, my paradise? How do I feel next to this man? Previously, every gesture, every word irritated me. I used to want to kill him, or better not see him at all. And now I can’t imagine a day without the presence of this unbearable, imperfect, but so “mine” man. How I missed him when I left. How I sobbed into my pillow, changing pillowcases several times a night. How I yearned and regretted it when I thought that he felt the same. How it hurt me to think that he was hurting too. And how angry and jealous I was when I thought about how he didn’t feel. “It’s very... here,” pause, inhale and exhale, “Calm down, Timur. It’s very calm in my paradise.”.