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This book is dedicated to a truly extraordinary person.

When I saw him for the first time, I immediately thought that such beauty could not be on this planet.

From an early age, I have been surrounded by unattractive people. I don't know what is to blame for this. Maybe I just have bad taste, or maybe it's a matter of bad luck.

I haven't seen more than ten beautiful people in my entire life. Yes, most likely there are only ten of them.

My burning love for Poland and my incredible interest in whether we are alone in the universe converged in this book.

And if I hadn't watched so many Polish films, this book definitely wouldn't exist.

In one of the series, I saw a guy. I can't bring myself to call him an ordinary handsome man.

Bottomless, but at the same time narrow dark brown eyes with a sly fox squint immediately sunk deep into my soul. Not everyone can have such eyes, from which the heart accelerates its beats.

And with a smile like his, you can return the sun to the sky like a ray among the clouds. But when the sun returns, it will be very jealous of such a smile...

Then this guy with dark-brown hair and a figure as slender as a cypress was twenty-eight, but he looked no older than eighteen. He is now forty years old.

Some people's beauty goes away with time, but this is not the case.

A young man with a lean figure has turned into a man whose body looks like an altar of the most passionate desires. And every year only increases its magnetic attraction.

And this is combined with a pleasant voice, partially preserving the youthful tone, and laughter, which kindles colors on the saddest day. I bet he sings great, but, alas, I didn't hear that. I only heard his freestyle.

I would have boldly registered it if I had the right to do so. But I don't like to label people...

You can talk about the virtues of his appearance for hours, days, years, but thanks to the Internet, I at least partially learned a little about his character.

And there is not a single minus here, everything is fine here as well.

So the idea came up to write a book about the perfect guy... absolutely not local. Guy from another galaxy.

He can do everything, he can do everything, he speaks different languages...

maybe this is every girl's unfathomable dream.

A guy you can look at forever.

It seems to me that Mikolaj Roznerski may well turn out to be the most incomprehensible ideal. I hope it doesn't just seem that way to me.

He's attractive, he's very smart. You can look at him endlessly and it's not easy to listen to his voice.

He became a living image of the only one and true love of the main character Adrianna - the humanoid Cornelius Kaminski, outwardly he looks like people, but still something distinguishes him from the gray crowd.

The smell of strawberries that comes from the beloved of the main character is a materialized image of his attractiveness.

I've been adoring strawberries since I've been consciously thinking. Maybe such a comparison is stupid...

As soon as I saw him, the idea of this book began to form in my head. His appeal was embodied on paper, and I became Adrianna.

The book is violent, like an element, it causes a lot of emotions, but this is my first and so far the only dedication to Mikolaj Roznerski, his incredible appearance and beautiful voice that distinguishes him from other people, as well as this dedication to the fact that there are not only people in this world.

Maybe the guests from outer space have been among us for a long time?

And you just need to be kinder if you feel that there is no hostility from them to us...

(Mari Angel Pain)

***

There are many interesting amusements in the world, but every time people come up with new ones.

Special forces, fights without rules, bodyguards...

many people have heard about these things.

But I bet even the most knowledgeable in such things have not heard of the "three sixes" squad.

No, no, don't even try to search for them on the Internet - you won't find them ...

***

I often visit a personal psychologist.

No, I don't trust such cases to strangers.

My psychologist is my younger brother.

I love talking to him, but Kirby rarely talks.

We have a difference of six years, but he really looks very young.

Sometimes you have to wait several years for him to speak again...

— Ed, when are you coming out?— I didn't realize right away that my name was.

I've always disliked my name, probably like my brother. I would not say that he enjoyed his name...

Adrianna and Kirby Novak ...

I am one of the best mercenaries, and he is there only because I need my brother...

***

It all started with a giant meteorite.

No... even calling it gigantic would be an understatement.

My car was nearby.

I woke up from the conversations already in the hospital. But this hospital was strange, or maybe it wasn't a hospital at all...

— Mrs. Adrianna?— a chair creaked and a man sat down next to it. He put his glasses down on his nose and looked at me.— Pani? Can you hear me? Do you understand Polish?—

— Of course.—I said.— I remember the accident... Am I paralyzed? I can't feel my body at all!—

The man stopped my words with a wave of his hand.

— Don't worry, your body is fine, your spine will heal in a matter of days.— he said.

— What? The spine? What's wrong with my spine? Am I not going to be able to walk anymore?—I asked.

— I'm Mariusz Wisniewski and I came here for you...—

***

Romantic, right?

It all reminded me more of a comic book plot.

There are many like us.

Maybe one of us is standing guard over the government right now, someone is covering the asses of rich people...

—You're not human anymore.—Mariusz said, picking me up from the hospital.— If you want, then you can pretend that you are human. But you will be called, sooner or later... —

***

If I close my eyes, I will immediately remember his face and that day.

A frowning man, a hard, intense look, and his shirt is pressed so smoothly, as if he were made of stone...

Not a single fold...

Brown eyes, black hair, looks about fifty...

You won't find him on the Internet, his signs are common...

And I won't help you with this...

***

—Kirby, I killed a man again.— I say to myself — Why does my every exit end in death? He wasn't even a criminal, it was just his secretary! And I put a bullet right between his eyes!—

I was sitting on a child's chair next to my younger brother and expounding my soul to him.

— You're crazy.—Kirby gestures.

— Yes, that's for sure, but why am I shooting? Why am I killing innocent people? Why?—

Straightening my wet hair after a shower, I got up.

Now I smell like cheap shower gel - it's all better than the stink of blood, gunpowder and office.

When I got up from the chair, I immediately felt someone else's eyes on me.

Some very tall man is drinking vodka from a bottle.

I wonder if it's just a homeless person...

I looked out the window for a while longer, then went to do the usual things - my appearance and breakfast.

I turned on songs in Polish on the TV, there were just a few of my favorites in a row.

Singing along to the song "Baranek", I chopped chili peppers and sometimes conducted with a knife.

It makes me very happy when there are especially no cases...

— Kirby, we're going to have breakfast!—I called.

My brother, as always, was in his quiet reverie.

— You look good today.—I said, putting plates on the table.

Kirby turned up the volume on the TV.

— So you want to stay at home?—I asked.

Kirby stared at me in surprise, then pouted.

— Okay, I was joking, my dear.—I laughed.

— Life will change soon...— suddenly he said.

The mug flew out of my hands and the hot tea scalded my thighs.

— Oh! Kirby, you never warn me... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not mad, I'm just scalded.—I said, brushing myself off.— And the trousers were new.—

— You've become quite angry since our parents died. Will you always be like this?—Kirby asked with gestures and took the mug.

— No, honey, no! I'm just a little nervous today. I get angry when I kill someone...—