Alena is thirty-two. She has a job she doesn’t particularly like, a cat Palkan, and an endless search for herself in this huge world. One Friday, Anton “The Devil” Naumov—frontman of a capital punk band, a favorite of women and of protest-minded youth—storms into her life. He’s rude and full of profanity, but he kisses her in a way that makes her fingers curl. It doesn’t stop him from driving her to the edge, but apparently that no longer matters to Alena. She fell for him completely consciously—and, judging by everything, forever.
Contains obscene language.