About the book: 1999 / “...The noise in the waiting room where Marinka was sitting tore me away from this lesson. She screamed, and even through the tightly closed door I immediately realized that we were in trouble. “Vitya!” - she cried. - Vitenka! Forgetting about the models, I jumped out of the office. Victor stood in the doorway of the reception room. His shirt was torn to the waist, rags remained from his left sleeve, blood had dried on his forehead, his right eye was swollen with a huge bruise, and his left was burning with hatred and thirst for revenge…»