An alien named Klapa rented the body of a “office mouse” named Valentina for a sacred mission: impregnate her planet’s future through humans. And now—every day Valya is forced to seduce men. From couriers to bosses. From thugs to librarians.
Through falls, orgasms, hysterics, and… a shameful weekend in Suzdal.
This isn’t a feminist manifesto. This isn’t an erotic novel. It’s a psycho-comedy, where Stendhal is replaced by Tinder, and the mission is to survive without going crazy and without getting pregnant by a macho nerd poet.
Meet “Klapa”—the book that can’t be adapted without the director getting a nervous tic.
A heroine who changes not because “she fell in love,” but because the alien demands conception.