He burst into my life, threatening me with a gun. He introduced himself as agent 007, stole a scooter and disappeared. True, the scooter was returned later—but along with trouble. Now they think I’m an accomplice to a crime, but that’s only half the problem: the world around me seems to have gone mad, frozen on the border between the real and the mystical. And even the long-buried past that has returned to my life doesn’t scare me as much anymore. And I’m looking for this Bond, to put everything in its place—without even knowing that after our meeting, my life will never be the same.