“Text” is a psychothriller and a criminal drama, noir, and a book about relationships between fathers and children— a story of impossible love and futile retribution. The action takes place in modern Moscow and its suburbs. The phone is a reserve storage of our soul. In it are our brightest memories, photos of laughter, and our video of how we try to feel happiness. In the mailbox are letters from our mother and all the backroom details of our work. In browser history—everything that truly interests us. In chats—confessions of love and goodbyes. It contains pictures of our temptations and evidence of sins, tears and grievances. Such times. Images. Text. The phone is me—and whoever gets my phone can become me—for everyone else. And they won’t even notice anything—until they do, it will already be too late. For all of us.