About the book: 2024 / I grab Masha’s hand and walk with her to the exit, feeling the boiling lava inside. When we go out into the street, she stops me and presses herself into her chest, hugging me tightly. I slow down at first, and then I put my hands on her back and bury my nose in her hair, inhaling their scent. Damn, how she smells... “Thank you,” she whispers right into my neck, and I... And I seem to have hit it hard.