Abstract: – Jan, what is it? - Nika speaks up. “Why did we stop?” My chest tightens until I ache when I see a beautiful face and a mop of black hair. As if shell-shocked, I turn my eyes to the sign of the building in which the girl from my past is hiding. I would like to leave, pretend that I didn’t notice, but instead I show Nika to the door. I take her hand and lead her to the beauty salon. “I don’t need the services of a stylist, especially in such a dubious place,” she says mockingly. “And you pretend that you do.” From the mere thought that I will now see Alena and look at her eyes, a hot wave runs down your back. That familiar aching feeling in your chest is like a thorn in your heart. It hasn't disappeared anywhere. As, it turns out, is the desire to possess.

The same characters were in the book a few years ago: “A DEAL WITH CONSCIENCE.”