“He left behind the smell of luxury and a hole in his soul. And there is also a deadly contrast between his appearance and what his gaze expressed. Tall, blue-eyed, short-haired, the embodiment of success in everything, he arrived for the first meeting in an SUV, for the second in a convertible. A sleek look, impeccable clothes, humor, sex and... dead eyes. They show the same scorched desert as in the photo he sent before the meeting. Sun and sands to the horizon. He is on a motorcycle, smiling at the camera with one face. The eyes, as if not his and not from here, are locked in a cramped emptiness...”