About the book: year / - We need a secretary, - Timur lazily rocks in his chair and reveals his even white teeth in an unkind smile, - dutiful, diligent and stress-resistant. I hear the sticky ambiguity in his voice. Roma, sitting on the edge of the table, nods in agreement with his friend’s words: “There are two of us, Anyuta.” Can you handle it? “As if she has a choice,” Timur laughs, and his laughter makes my chest tighten with fear. - Well, Odintsova, make your skirt higher... HE