From early childhood, my mom taught me to stay away from evil uncles, but one day I broke her rules and met HIM. He is pure evil. When I 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—a boxing illegal fighter with terrifying tattoos on his huge, pumped-up body, from which you should have run away and saved yourself like from a deadly plague. But in spite of everything, I walk into that crazy risk. After all, for the heart… you can’t give orders.