From early childhood, my mother taught me to stay away from evil uncles, but one day I broke her taboos and met HIM. He is pure evil. With just one look in his direction, my heart burns and suffers in agony, and my lungs become unable to breathe. He is a terrible and dangerous type, an illegal boxer with terrible tattoos on a huge pumped-up body, from which one should run and escape like from a deadly plague. But against all odds, I'm taking an insane risk. After all, the heart ... you can’t order. Cover art sourced from Shutterstock. Author: Volodymyr Tverdokhlib Contains foul language.